Tuoba Gucheng casually glanced with longing at the woman beside him.
An Xiaoning felt a little disturbed by the way he was looking at her.
Nonetheless, she took the initiative to greet him politely, "Greetings, Mr. President."
"Hello, Ms. An."
An Xiaoning planned to put an end to their conversation right then and there.
However, he clearly planned otherwise. How could he possibly give up the chance to have a conversation with her openly?
Noticing that An Xiaoning was engrossed in watching the newlyweds exchange their vows, Tuoba Gucheng asked softly, "Are you thinking of getting married too?"
"No, I'm sick and tired of marriage. I don't have plans to get married again in the future."
"Oh?"
"Are you doubting my words, Your Majesty?"
"I believe you, of course. Because you were the one who said it," he answered softly, so softly that they were the only ones who could hear it.
