The old man lifted his chin in a proud manner, glancing at Zoey. "Do I look like an old fogey to you?"
Zoey quickly shook her head. "Mr. Yancey, that's not what I meant."
However, she knew very well how much a descendant meant to a family with a long history. They would never allow their children to have the woman's surname. She was just testing the old man this time. If he did not give in, she would think of another way to let her family have a descendant, so her father would rest in peace knowing that their bloodline had not been severed.
"You must be blaming me deep down. You thought I would reject your condition directly. That's why you were so surprised when I agreed." He hit the nail right on the head.
With her intentions exposed, she smiled awkwardly.
That was indeed what she was thinking, so there was nothing for her to deny.
