At 6 a.m., Guo Qingting, who was too exhausted to move, still didn't want to sleep. With a hoarse voice, she murmured, "Stinky brother, why are you so good to me?"
Han Lie, with his impeccable line delivery, replied deeply, "I don't know if you realize, but actually, I can't marry you..."
"Hmm."
Guo Qingting lightly responded with a sound, her expression unchanged.
So the dog-like man continued his confession, "I owe a great debt to a certain President Pan, and in the future, even if my career is entirely secure, purely out of gratitude, I will have to enter into marriage with the Pan Family's eldest daughter.
To me, age is not an issue, nor is social standing important, but some things are destined, and I can't..."
"Hmm."
Guo Qingting continued to respond without saying a word.
Han Lie tightened his arm around her, sensing her emotions and finding them very stable, he continued with ease.
