Zhao Yanping lowered her head, and now she didn't know what to say. To be honest, she really hadn't planned on getting remarried.
Being asked like this by Zhang Fusheng, she felt flustered; she hadn't thought about living with a man again. The hurt from Xiang Zhiqiang was quite profound.
She really just thought about spending her life with Hai Yan, the two of them. Actually, there wasn't anything bad about that.
"Xiao Ping, what are you worried about? Afraid of men? I'm not that man. To be honest, even when Xinhua's mom went with someone else, I didn't raise my hand, but let them go."
"Brother Zhang, I just think of us, the two of us, living our days together."
"Xiao Ping, isn't that tiring for you? You can rely on me."
"Brother Zhang, I don't rely on others. I can support the two of us by myself."
"I'm just asking you, aren't you tired?"
