"Miss Zhuo, as far as I know, you haven't known Chengxi for very long, right?" Su Yingluo is still confident in her twenty-year relationship with Bai Chengxi.
"Yes, indeed not for long." Zhuo Yuqing did not deny, "Certainly shorter compared to Miss Su's twenty years."
"Then, Miss Zhuo, do you think Chengxi really likes you? He's just settling for someone because at his age, it's unavoidable that his family would pressure him to marry, and others would laugh at him."
"I see." Zhuo Yuqing appeared to understand, "If he wanted to settle, why would he settle if he still has feelings for Miss Su?"
With one sentence, Su Yingluo was rendered speechless, feeling both anxious and angry, unable to help but change her tone: "Miss Zhuo, you really think highly of yourself, a poor little journalist, do you think Chengxi would fancy you? You're of no help to his career, being with him only holds him back, there's simply no match."
