At night, on the way back, Feng Yuning leaned against Yu Yuanshen's arm, forcing him to drive with one hand helplessly.
She smiled sweetly, "Yu Yuanshen, when do you think you'll fall in love with me?"
Yu Yuanshen glanced at their already sleeping daughter, his parents catching his eye, each smiled as if they hadn't heard anything, just holding their granddaughter tightly, watching the bustling scene outside the car window.
He said, "Hey, look outside, they've built another skyscraper there."
"Yeah, thirty years ago, this area of Rong City didn't have so many high-rise buildings, indeed our country's development is fast."
Noticing his parents had avoided listening, Yu Yuanshen pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know when I'll fall in love with you, but as time goes by, maybe in twenty or thirty years, I'll figure it out and fall in love with you."
