In An Rao's heart, Bo Xiao had always been very handsome.
However, An Rao had never thought that Bo Xiao could be so handsome.
Bo Xiao, who was dressed in a suit and kneeling on one knee, the light cast a stream of light in his affectionate fox eyes that complemented the diamond ring in his hand.
Looking at Bo Xiao's assets, tears welled up in An Rao's eyes. "What did you call me?"
"Little friend," Bo Xiao smiled and repeated. "You didn't become a little friend in your parents' hands, but it's okay. In the future, you'll be a little friend in my hands. You can be willful, reckless, and do whatever you want. I'll never abandon you and neglect you."
As Bo Xiao spoke, An Rao's tears kept falling.
Bo Xiao's every word smashed into her heart.
She looked carefree and did not care about anyone's opinion.
