Yang Haitao held the ring in one hand and swore with the other, " I promise, even if you accept my proposal, nothing will happen tonight.
Song Xuan continued to test him. people usually propose with flowers. she said.
Yang Haitao suddenly stood up and rushed out without a word.
Song Xuan was anxious. Did he run away in anger? Was she being too reserved and reserved?
Before she could figure it out, she heard footsteps in the corridor again. The door was pushed open with a bang. Yang Haitao was holding a few flowers in his hand as he ran to her, panting.
Song Xuan took a closer look and saw that they were plastic flowers. It seemed that they had borrowed them from the front desk.
Yang Haitao half-knelt in front of her again. "Song Xuan, Will you marry me?" he asked.
