Gu Zhiwei paused for a moment and said, "Lance, I know there are many rules in your Royal Family, and surely you wouldn't let your own flesh and blood wander the streets. If you insist on bringing Weibao back to the family, then please promise me one condition."
After a brief pause, Gu Zhiwei slowly lifted her head, her face calm and gaze indifferent, "Let me see him often. When you marry, find someone who will treat Weibao well."
"Pfft!" Lance laughed, "Do you think I'm so shamelessly pestering you just to take Weibao back?"
"Aren't you?" Gu Zhiwei replied, "I know my own worth."
"No, you don't know." Lance stood by the bed, looking at Gu Zhiwei, with a somewhat passionate gaze between them, "I want to marry you because I've truly fallen in love with you."
His gaze was utterly sincere, making Gu Zhiwei's face flush with heat. She quickly looked away as her Little Sweetheart thumped wildly.
