Zi Yi'an didn't consider himself an outsider and dragged a chair over to sit across from Xiao Sichen, "Xiao Director, you're also around thirty, right? Is it tough raising a child alone?"
Xiao Sichen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his thin lips pressed together coldly.
These familiar lines...
Seeing Xiao Sichen's frown, Zi Yi'an didn't beat around the bush, stroked the sides of his nose, leaned in, and said, "Do you want a wife or not? Just say the word, and I'll have one sent over this afternoon!"
Xiao Sichen's face gradually grew colder, and the office no longer needed air conditioning.
"Don't be shy, men of age should marry, and women likewise. I guarantee I'll send you a super good wife," said Zi Yi'an, who was self-promoting like a market hawker.
Feng Beichen finally couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter, holding his belly.
Xiao Sichen had encountered many people urging him to marry over the years, but today's case was exceptionally peerless.