"Forget it. Bear with it."
Li Kuo frowned. He couldn't be bothered to explain. Although his mind was filled with Miss Zhao, he wasn't really a fool.
If Bu Mo was willing to endure the stench, so be it.
In any case, Miss Zhao was really amazing. It was fine as long as he knew it. He had good taste. He had been choosing for so many years and fell for Miss Zhao in the crowd at a glance. Moreover, the more he looked at her, the more he felt that he had chosen well.
Miss Zhao was the woman of his dreams. She was the perfect woman in his heart.
"Young Master Li, wait for me on the shore. I'm going to take that small boat to the center of the lake."
Su Xiaolu said to Li Kuo as she pointed at the boat docked not far away.
Bu Mo's eyes widened with reluctance.
