Not Marrying

Xia Qingyan went on.

The more Zhao Shuning thought about it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with this person's brain.

At the back, she did not speak to him.

He wanted to finish the wine quickly and eat the grilled fish in his hands so that he could escape.

Xia Qingyan, on the other hand, was a modest and courteous Young Master. At that moment, it was as if he had just opened his mouth and was talking nonstop.

Zhao Shuning raised her head in satisfaction after finishing the last drop of wine in her glass.

"Miss Luo, do you think that what Little Wang said is right?"

What was right or wrong?

Zhao Shuning didn't hear the first part of his words and said half-heartedly, "I think you're quite right."

Zhao Shuning didn't want to waste her time, so she stood up immediately after she finished speaking.

"It's getting late. I need to go back earlier. Young Prince, there's no need to send me back."