Back home, the house quietly opens the door of Xiaocao's room. Xiaocao is still asleep. With a smile, Shangye pulls the quilt up and closes the door and goes out.

"Hello, Joan Hui, come to my study." Joan Hui, I know you have been with me for many years, but for the sake of grass, I have to do this.

"yes, president." Qionghui is still working.

in Shangye's room, two men are talking about women. Yes, today is a special day. "Qionghui, I don't know if you want to, I'll make my own decision to let you marry Lin's daughter. I'm sorry for that, but I can only do it...