Bo Chengcheng looked at Charles, who was standing in front of her, and raised an eyebrow subtly, as if pondering his words.
The man didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with what he had said. He quickly got onto his feet and announced, "I'll get ready then. I know Huaxing's taste, so shall we go along with what he likes?"
"Sure." This time, it wasn't Bo Chengcheng who answered, but Cheng Huaxing.
Charles laughed and remarked, "This is the first time you've brought your friend from Xia Nation. Don't worry, I'll make sure you have a memorable evening."
After Charles left, Bo Chengcheng took a sip of her lemonade and chuckled. "Your friend is indeed quite interesting."
"Yes." Cheng Huaxing looked at her and suddenly his gaze fell on the ring finger on her left hand. "You married him?"
Bo Chengcheng subconsciously reached out to touch the ring. She turned it twice and said quietly, "Yes."
"When did this happen?"
