Two months later, Winter returned as promised.
Carrying simple luggage, he stood in the Liancheng family's living room, covered in wind and frost. The bloodstained, stormy experiences of the past two years had quickly transformed him into a man. The innocence and naivety had faded, leaving only the sharp excellence of a man.
If viewed from the perspective of a man, Liancheng Yanzhi had to admit, Winter was worth his regard, and he would admire him.
But if viewed from the perspective of a father looking at a potential son-in-law, the more accomplished Winter was in those aspects, the more concerned he became.
Because every outstanding man is unwilling to be mediocre.
The key was that Winter was only in his early twenties, he was still so young, his future path so long. Who could guarantee he would always stay with Meow?
Liancheng Yanzhi looked at Winter with complexity, Winter stood there straight, motionless, allowing Liancheng Yanzhi to scrutinize him.
