Fortunately, Qiao Nian didn't care. She was only surprised for a moment. She then put down her chopsticks and replied politely, "No."
"No?" Ye Lan's mouth moved subconsciously. It was obvious that she cared about the answer to that question. Her eyes unconsciously floated in her nephew's direction. It was like she was calling him unreliable.
Ye Wangchuan was calm and ignored her gaze. Without hesitation, he helped Qiao Nian turn up the air conditioner in the private room by one degree. He then put down the remote control calmly and relaxedly. Ye Wangchuan felt more at ease.
Old Master Ye didn't give up. "What's your type, then?"
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows in surprise. She wondered why he cared so much about whether she had a boyfriend or not and the type of guys she liked.
