Feng Xiaoyue fell silent, and the car slowed down a bit.
But after a while, she said, "Father Zheng promised me that in three years, I could have a free marriage, and it will have nothing to do with the Zheng family."
Liu Zhizhong took a deep breath, sighed bitterly and said, "Ah, as expected, there was a deal between you two. A company worth billions, and three years of your time, in exchange for your future freedom, is it worth it?"
"Is it worth it?"
Feng Xiaoyue turned her head to look at Liu Zhizhong, and answered.
Liu Zhizhong was stunned for a moment, then said, "If Uncle Zheng can keep his promise, then fine. But what if he doesn't? Three years, it's not long, but it's not short either, who knows what will happen in between?"
"That's why I want to go abroad for graduate studies, instead of staying here and following the arrangements."
"Uh..."
Liu Zhizhong was taken aback, and then after some thought, "Go to the UK, you can do it. But maybe you need to leave secretly?"
