Zuo Aiai silently began to collect herself, standing to the side.
Her mind was still pondering over the after-marriage comment Ji Nanfeng had just made to He Shiwen.
She was somewhat angry, yet especially heartbroken.
She knew that when Ji Nanfeng said those words, his heart must have been filled with disgust.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of pity for her Governor; if she were to say such affectionate words to someone she didn't like herself, she certainly wouldn't be able to do it.
He Ziyan's gaze lightly swept over Zuo Aiai, noticing her submissive demeanor, and his curiosity piqued.
How could such a firecracker of a personality manage to restrain herself like this?
"Let's eat!" Mrs. He gave her son a dark glare.
She was angry at her son for being incompetent and defiant, but what could she do? He was her only son; she had to cherish him.
