C15 (1/2)

Zhuo WeiTing gritted his teeth as he glared at his father.

”It's not that serious. According to the marriage law, if it's a man 21, then a woman 19, she can get married. She …”

”From this news, she's not even twenty?”

Zhuo Weitang pointed at the computer screen and almost shouted.

”That's just a rough estimate. Besides, even if it's really less than twenty, it's still only a few months away. Don't look like you've been raped.”

Zhuo Minghui joked when he saw his son's appearance.

”Listen up. If she doesn't have twenty years, you can forget about me marrying her. Moreover, you are not allowed to force a marriage in the future.”

Seeing his father in such a state, Zhuo WeiTing left in anger.

When he returned to his room and saw the sleeping face, his anger slowly subsided, followed by anger.

As if he had thought of something, Zhuo WeiTing gently pulled open the bangs on Zi Yan's forehead, and then he took out the flashlight. Only then did he see that there was actually a deep scar on her forehead.

”Is it really you?”

After gently putting Zi Yan back on the pillow, Zhuo Wei Ting's hand gently caressed her forehead.

It was a rather distant memory. At that time, his surname wasn't Zhuo, but that woman had married him to a fourth man. When they first arrived at that man's house, he had fled the mansion because he felt uncomfortable.

It was very dark. He walked down the mountain road for about half an hour before he heard a cry.