Zhao Family.
Old Mr. Zhao was extremely satisfied with his grandson, Zhao Baoyan.
Previously unaware of his existence, he had thought the Zhao Family would be ruined in the hands of a profligate, but now a figure like this had emerged, which was very comforting to him.
The table in front of Zhao Baoyan was covered with a stack of photos.
They were all photos of suitable women to marry, some with stunning beauty, some graceful and lovely, and others quite ordinary.
"Bo Yan, you're not young anymore, haven't you taken a liking to any of these ladies?"
Zhao Baoyan lightly placed his hand on the photos, spreading them out one by one.
"First establish my career then marry, Grandfather. I'm not in a rush."
"These are all girls from good families that I picked out for you. Marrying early is to your benefit."
Zhao Baoyan placed the last photo on the table. He had looked at each one; none was Fu Cai.
Old Mr. Zhao knew that wanting that girl was a foolish fantasy.