"Xuan, mom thinks you should start searching for a good wife," Madam Hu said on the dining table with Hu Xuan.
"Dad also feels the same," Lord Hu, the former prime minister, agreed while eating his dinner. They were concerned with Hu Xuan, who didn't want to search for any woman, even though he had just been appointed as the youngest prime minister in this country, replacing his retired father.
"I don't need one," Hu Xuan said coldly. He continued eating his food while ignoring his parents. Lord and Madam Hu stared at each other and sighed helplessly.
Hu Xuan was cold. They knew that. Hu Xuan had always been cold and unfeeling to anyone. But it was not like he needed those people. He was always the genius of the bunch, the inextinguishable star. He made everything, every subject, every problem seemed too easy. He made everything his playground, Including that game that trapped him inside the virtual world for a good while.
