Zhou Lihong listened to Dad and Uncle's conversation in the hall, her eyes turning red. What's so good about that man? He's over fifty, why should I marry him?
Thinking of this, she cried and pulled the door curtain open, then knelt on the ground, "Dad, Uncle, I'm begging you, don't make me marry him. How many days does a person like that have left?
I'm your daughter, your niece, please have mercy. I'd rather die than marry."
Zhou Xiangxing didn't say anything and continued drinking. Though Zhou Jiaxing wasn't heartless towards his daughter, and despite not valuing daughters much, she was after all his first child and was very helpful with the household chores.
"Alright, you go out, I'll think about it."
Zhou Lihong wasn't truly foolish; she understood she could only make efforts with Dad, because her uncle was not a good person. Such a great candidate, why didn't he let Zhou Chunxiang marry him?
