Althoria rudely interrupted Fang Zhou: "Stop joking about treating me like a daughter, we have no blood relation."
If it were Ling Xiaoyue in her place, she would surely retort, "Isn't that even more thrilling?"
Fang Zhou could only give a cliché response: "Feelings can't be forced."
Althoria cunningly smiled and said, "But you taught me to strive for what I like."
Her cheeks were flushed, and the sweet fragrance from her mouth and nose carried a hint of alcohol, indicating she'd drunk quite a bit at the banquet.
Perhaps she drank fake wine, which emboldened Althoria to make such a bold move at night.
Fang Zhou immediately felt like he was hoisted by his own petard.
He helplessly said, "I'm already married."
And not just to one person.
Althoria's expression instantly darkened.
But she quickly smiled and said, "But isn't she me? You can accept her, why can't you accept me?"
What the heck, weren't you trying to cut ties with her before? And now you're claiming to be her?
