Bo Jingxing returned to his senses and placed his hand on his forehead with a helpless expression. "Are you sure you didn't have any private emotions when you handled this matter?"
He had thought that Ye Wangchuan would deny it. Unexpectedly, he was even calmer than he had imagined. His peach blossom-shaped eyes were deep and unfathomable. They were clear as he said in a low and hoarse voice, "My people were almost bullied. Can't I have emotions?"
"…Your people? You're being angry for a beauty." When Bo Jingxing reacted, he smiled faintly and joked. "Then, shouldn't I address Sister Qiao as Sister-in-law?"
He was joking. He hadn't expected Ye Wangchuan to take this matter seriously.
Unexpectedly.
Ye Wangchuan smiled. He raised his eyebrows and looked at him affectionately. "Not yet. We still have to wait…"
"Wait for what?"
