C19 (2/2)

Feeling the trembling hands behind his back, Zhuo WeiTing closed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

He knew he had frightened her today, and he didn't want to, but when he saw the way her daughter-in-law looked, his anger rose.

”Zi Yan, Song Zi Yan.”

”You're not Song Laidi?”

At least she was being very honest today.

”She's my third sister.”

Zi Yan's voice was very soft. She had said that she would hide it during the day, but she actually told him the truth under his cold interrogation.

”You mean you're engaged?”

Zhuo Weitang's voice was much softer now, just like last night.

”En, sorry, I …”

”In the future, I don't feel sorry if I just casually say it.”

Hearing her voice that sounded like a young wife's, Zhuo WeiTing commanded.

”Right... ”Alright.”

”Tell me, how old are you?”

”Almost twenty.”

Zi Yan hesitated for a moment. She originally wanted to say nineteen, but since it wasn't Song Laidi this time, she wouldn't believe it even if she said it.

”How fast is that?”

Zhuo WeiTing gasped. He was almost twenty, and he was still nineteen.

”I don't know, maybe three months.”

Zi Yan's hand stopped, her head drooping. In her memories, she had never had a birthday. She didn't know what day her birthday was, she only remembered that it was in September.

”Don't tell me you don't even know that you were born that day?”

Hearing the hesitation and guesswork in his tone, Zhuo Wei Ting felt exceptionally uncomfortable.

”I really don't know. No one has ever told me.”