Wang Ming Liang's Final Argument...

Turning quiet, Wang Ming Liang sat for a long while before letting out a sigh. All the energy and enthuthiasm, the childishness that had bubbled up disappeared. All of a sudden, she seemed to have aged ten years, looking fifty! But the truth was, she was fifty!

Learning back in her chair, she sighed and looked at Wang Ming Cheng, "It's not that I haven't thought about those things, but we already aren't young. Ku Mang doesn't want to take on the family business and tradition, which is fine. If he's happy, I'm happy. But we can't just let the Wang family die out like that, right? And this girl, although her memory isn't so good, her character is fine and her taste in wine isn't half bad either."

Squinting her eyes, Wang Ming Cheng stared at Wang Ming Liang and said slowly word by word, "What do you mean that her taste in wine isn't bad either."