Su Ningyan wanted to ask a few more questions, but her son went straight upstairs.
She couldn't help but glance at Lord Zhuo, who was leisurely sitting on the sofa watching the news, and walked over, "Honey, what do you think our son is up to?"
Zhuo Junyue slightly raised the corner of his mouth, looking at the worried little one, "He's a grown-up now, wife, don't worry, our son knows his boundaries. You don't need to worry about him right now; we should be focusing on our daughter's wedding, getting everything prepared to ensure she marries happily and grandly."
Zhuo Junyue didn't elaborate on it, but he also felt that their son and Zhuzhu were still young.
Some things, they might not understand yet.
When it comes to feelings, let them take their natural course; no one can experience things for them.
Zhuzhu is also someone he's watched grow up. Anyway, the most important thing is their son being happy.
On this matter, he won't interfere with his son's freedom to marry.
