"Mm, hard work." Waylon Lewis responded indifferently, his expression cold.
"Waylon..." Seeing Waylon Lewis about to leave, Joy Ward desperately wanted to call him back.
Waylon Lewis stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly, his voice cool and detached, "Is there something else?"
Joy Ward pursed her lips and hurriedly stepped forward, coming in front of Waylon Lewis, looking at him affectionately, "Waylon, about the matter your mother brought up at the dinner table today, I want to hear your thoughts. Waylon, I've been by your side for five years. Throughout these years, I've wholeheartedly treated Grandpa, carefully following you. Your parents and mine hope that we can settle our marriage soon. Waylon, let's get engaged, shall we? You wouldn't want to keep the elders worried over our affair, right?"