In an instant, Mu Yiliang's heart was filled with complex emotions; it was indescribable.
Why is it...
Yan Sijue...
She silently recited this name in her heart, as if it were a key that could unlock all mysteries.
But she gained nothing; in her memory, this name was a complete blank.
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt a sense of empty bewilderment.
At this moment, the troubled youth Gu Qingqian finally took the initiative to raise his glass: "President Yan, I toast to you."
Yan Sijue glanced up at him, raised his glass too, and sipped lightly at the rim.
Gu Qingqian put down his glass and suddenly smiled, "Dad, what do you think of Yiliang? Would you be happy if she became your daughter-in-law?"
Mu Yiliang was shocked, her eyes widened in disbelief! What is this? What is this immature boy up to now!
Upon hearing his words, Yan Sijue instinctively tightened his grip on the glass.
