Song Qinghuan lay sprawled out on the bed, stretching lazily. She blinked at Shi Yuhuan, confused. "What's wrong with you? Why are you making that face?"
Shi Yuhuan's brows were furrowed. Instead of answering her question, he asked, "Has Hua Miaomiao gotten married yet?"
"No!" Song Qinghuan sat up abruptly from the bed, a teasing smile on her face. "Why would you suddenly ask that?"
"Does he have a girlfriend? Or anyone he likes?" Shi Yuhuan's eyes, as clear as black and white under his handsome eyebrows, were deep and solemn, his thin lips pressed together tightly with equal seriousness.
"What's wrong?" Song Qinghuan looked up at him, biting her lip in thought. She truly didn't understand why Shi Yuhuan was suddenly asking so many questions about Hua Miaomiao. Could it be...
"Does he or doesn't he?" Shi Yuhuan's voice hardened, as if he demanded a confirmation of something.
