From the Start, the Goddess Forced Me to Marry Her Mom

“I’m here to ask for my mother’s hand in marriage. From now on, you’ll be my father.”

Qiu Mozhi said to Chi Wuyang in a calm tone that brooked no argument.

“Miss, how did you convince the dean to let you out?” Chi Wuyang asked the stunning beauty before him with a helpless look on his face.

Qiu Mozhi didn’t answer. Instead, he pointed to the two wooden chests beside him and said, “These are the betrothal gifts. In three years, my mother will come to marry you properly.”