This minute change in his expression was missed by Old Mrs. Han and Lin Liye.
When they looked at him again, he was once more the aloof, hard-to-impress prince.
Old Mrs. Han sighed in resignation. "You just don't want a plastic face, is that it? Fine, I'll help you keep an eye out."
Han Zhuoling rubbed his temples. "Grandma, I'm really not interested in this area for now. Regardless of whether I had feelings for Xia Yixin or not, I'm newly divorced and don't want to hurry yet."
"Then when do you think it's appropriate and when will you find a lady you like? We're not forcing you either, but you should at least have the will to do it, right? If you don't like her, we also won't force you to marry her. The lesson learned from your previous marriage is that obviously, it's more important for you to like her. But you have to give us some hope too! You're not even willing to seek someone for yourself."
