"Mom, marrying Uncle Zhang wouldn't be bad either, he at least has a successful career, right?
You seem to really mind me marrying him, could it be that you like Uncle Zhang?" Huimin said each word deliberately.
Sun Yan was greatly startled and hurriedly shook her head with a panicked expression, quickly saying to her daughter, "What nonsense are you talking about, girl? How could I possibly like your Uncle Zhang."
Huimin looked at Sun Yan, who was sweating coldly on her forehead. The room fell silent. Zhang Yanlin was also greatly startled. After a while, Huimin smiled and said, "I was just saying.
I've decided, either Zhang Zhiguo marries me, or it's Uncle Zhang, otherwise, I'll call the police."
Sun Yan immediately looked anxious, and Zhang Yanlin was also very stressed. Thinking about the trouble on Zhang Yuhua's side gave him a headache, and what was supposed to be a joyful feast turned into his difficult day. Zhang Yanlin's head was going white with worry.
