"Mom," Feng Zhengyu interrupted Miao Erlan, perhaps because the lights in the corridor were a bit dim, his handsome profile also seemed to darken, but he was a man of a different temperament from Feng Yueming and Zhou Jin. Born into the prestigious Feng Family, he had an inherent air of nobility, like a truly modest and gentle noble son, "This is my private affair, you don't have to worry about it."
"Your private affair? It's about your lifelong happiness, how could I possibly not care? I don't agree with you continuing to be entangled with Mi Yao. Later, Mom will find you a well-educated lady from a wealthy family."
A lady from a wealthy family?
Feng Zhengyu curved his lips slightly, "Mom, I thought that at this stage in my life, I wouldn't need a marriage alliance with a wealthy family. My wife must be the woman I love, and my marriage must be born out of love."
Miao Erlan, ...
"But ..."
