Seeing Su Zhen like this, Zhou Miao'an naturally found it difficult to say much more.
Over on the other side, the matchmaker in the purple *beizi*—faced with Han Zhi’s outright refusal, a refusal made in plain sight—could no longer press the matter. She could only reach out her hand, intending to take back the lyric paper from Han Zhi.
Just at that moment, Su Zhen suddenly spoke up: "Matchmaker, please wait a moment."
Chapter 188