Qiao Zhiyi sat in the luxury car, indifferent to the scenery outside. She was only thinking about the words Shi Jingzhou had said, which seemed to tell her to accept it.
She had repeatedly wavered between compromise and struggle, completely unable to settle her mind or calmly face everything.
She felt her life shouldn't be like this.
"Zhiyi, what are you thinking about?" Madam Shi, seeing her low spirits, initiated a conversation, "Are you a bit nervous? No worries, just think of it as a trip. Let me tell you about a friend of mine who has only one son. He's not much younger than Jingzhou and had quite a few girlfriends before he was even of age. After becoming an adult, it only got worse; he was changing partners every few days."