He was so anxious, fixedly watching Gu Qibao, his heart pounding loudly.
"Aren't you happy that I agreed to marry you?" Gu Qibao pouted, "Hey, troublemaker, put on a nice smile. Are we at a funeral or something?"
Di Mingjue's brows furrowed, what on earth was this girl playing at?
"I don't smile," Di Mingjue mood was still foul, primarily because he had been put off by Gu Qibao beforehand.
Gu Qibao paused her steps, stopping in the middle of the carpet. She suddenly turned around, her gaze meeting Di Mingjue's.
Before Di Mingjue could react, she suddenly reached out and clasped her arms around his neck.
Di Mingjue was taken aback but quickly recovered, encircling her waist with his arm, he coldly asked, "Gu Qibao, what the hell are you trying to do?"
"Mr. Di, you're a man right?" Gu Qibao began, her voice filled with teasing.
