Yu Qinglu watched the phone screen go from light to dark, light again, and then dark again, hidden pale in the shadows, her voice, however, was light, "What do you think, a man in his thirties, who previously wasn't interested in even the most beautiful young heiresses, suddenly wants to get married one day, what could be the reason?"
Liu An was caught off guard by this question, and when he finally reacted, he quickly replied, "That depends on the situation; every man is different."
Yu Qinglu lowered her head, absentmindedly playing with the black silk box, "Speak up, let's hear it."
Liu An, while observing the rearview mirror, cautiously analyzed, "If it's a playboy suddenly wanting to get married, then he's probably just tired of playing around; if it's the stable and reserved type, then perhaps he's met the right person."
