Why does this sound so creepy?
Luckily, Fan Wanli is no longer young, almost sixty now, or else he might really have to go down there, borrow a helmet from his subordinates, and weld it to his own backside.
"Young Master Zhou, saying things like this is just sweet talk."
"Haha, it is kind of cheesy, but that's my honest thought. Chairman Fan, don't mind it."
"I won't mind, but Young Master Zhou shouldn't say things like this when wooing girls; it might scare them."
He really acts like an elder.
"In this lifetime, I'm insulated from love. I'll listen to my family's arrangement and just settle randomly for a lifetime."
Zhou Shaohua sighed self-deprecatingly.
"It's all about fate."
Zhou Shaohua nodded, "Yes, it's fate. I've heard Chairman Fan's son and daughter-in-law had a freestyle romance?"
Fan Wanli remained silent.
"Chairman Fan is truly open-minded. His son is truly lucky."
