Zhang Hao looked deeply into Song Lingling's eyes: "You said we don't have an emotional foundation, have you ever thought about building one with me?"
Song Lingling was slightly stunned, she looked at Zhang Hao: "Young Master Zhang, you... you're not thinking of marrying me, are you?"
Zhang Hao's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, "I don't dislike you."
"You don't dislike me, but you don't like me either, right?"
"I'm willing to marry you."
"I'm just an illegitimate daughter."
"I won't judge someone based on their birth. You can't choose your birth, but you can choose the path you take."
"I will choose to study hard, graduate from college, and find a good job. I don't have high demands, just enough income to support myself and my grandma."
Zhang Hao looked at her: "Your demands are indeed not high."
"Anyway, I'm grateful you returned the disc to me. It's just..."
Seeing her expression turn gloomy, Zhang Hao raised an eyebrow slightly: "Just what?"
