Su Chengxuan's heart at this moment was as if he had swallowed a bitter pill, an indescribable bitterness.
However, he is a man.
As a man, he must strive hard to be qualified to talk about feelings.
He thought, if in the future he could give Zhuang Su a good life, Mrs. Zhuang might agree to let Zhuang Su date him.
Of course, this was just his wishful thinking.
Maybe Shushu wouldn't like him at all; perhaps he was just overthinking it.
Zhuang Su returned home, and Mrs. Zhuang smelled the alcohol on her and knitted her brows.
"Shushu, did you drink?"
Zhuang Su walked over, "Mom, I went shopping with classmates at noon and drank a little red wine while eating, don't worry."
Mrs. Zhuang examined her daughter's expression and didn't think much of it.
As long as Shushu wasn't with that Su Family boy, she was relieved.
After all, her daughter, whom she had worked so hard to raise, was not meant to suffer in the future.
"Mom, I'm going upstairs to wash my face first."
