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Hearing the sound, Zi Yan hurriedly took off her clothes and placed it in front of her chest. Turning her head, what she saw was her new husband.

"You … Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in? "

Zi Yan hugged herself nervously. Although she had been close to her skin the night before, she was still not used to it, especially during the day.

"I'm sorry. I never knock on my door."

Zhuo Weitang did not leave but instead came in and took off his suit and changed his clothes in front of Zi Yan.

Zi Yan felt a little embarrassed and took her clothes into the bathroom to change. When she came out, she saw Zhuo WeiTing still hesitating for a while, so she asked.

"What do I call you?"

Hearing Zi Yan's words, Zhuo WeiTing almost fainted on the spot.

"You don't know my name?"

It wasn't that he was going to get angry, it was just that he felt like he was being ignored.

"I... I know your surname is Zhuo. "

Zi Yan timidly retreated, her eyes uneasily scanning the surroundings, she just didn't dare to stay on Zhuo WeiTing's body.

"Mmm, not bad. Besides his surname 'Zhuo'? Didn't your family tell you who the person you want to marry is? "

Seeing Zi Yan nod and shaking her head, Zhuo Weitang frowned, feeling that there was something wrong in the middle.

"I'm sorry, maybe they said that, but I forgot."

Zi Yan bit her lips as if she was afraid. Her expression made her look like a masochist.

"Then remember this well, my surname is Zhuo, Zhuo Weiting. I don't think I need to tell you how to write it, do I?"

Zhuo Wei Ting walked up, tugging at Zi Yan's body, and said with a stern expression.

"No, I should know."

Zi Yan was very scared, this man reminded her of the villain in fairy tales.

"Come here, look carefully. Zhuo Weiting, remember?"

Zhuo Weitang pulled Ziyan over to the clothes rack, took a wallet from his suit pocket and pointed at his ID card.

Zi Yan nodded. At the same time she saw his identity card, she also saw a beautiful lady. That should be his girlfriend, right?

Zi Yan felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she didn't know where this discomfort came from.

"Alright, let's go eat now. Is dad waiting for us?"

Zhuo Weitang kept his wallet and said unhappily as he looked at the stunned Zi Yan.

"I ate my fill at noon. I'm not hungry right now, but …"

"There's no discussion. Dad is waiting. It's not your first day at Zhuo's house, so you have to act like a granny, right?"

Zhuo Wei Ting coldly interrupted Zi Yan's words. He hated such a self-righteous woman.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right down."

Zi Yan lowered her head and followed behind Zhuo Wei Ting as they headed down the stairs to the restaurant.

"Dad."

Zhuo Wei Ting called his father and sat down, but his father was unable to say anything about Zi Yan's voice.

"Song Laidi."

Seeing Zi Yan keep her head down, Zhuo WeiTing coldly shouted in displeasure.

"Dad."

Zi Yan shouted while hiding in her throat.

"Didn't you eat lunch?" Speak like a dying man. "

"Eat, eat, Adidas, ignore this stinking brat, he has such a temper."

Zhuo Minghui glared at his son. Since his new daughter-in-law had entered the sect, it was normal for her to be shy on the first day.

But when Zi Yan raised her head to look at Zhuo Minghui, it was as if he was struck by lightning. He just stared blankly at Zi Yan for a full minute.