Feng Lin looked at Liu Nian's pretty face, very seriously said, "You know my principles, once I say something, it's final."
"Of course, I know."
Liu Nian nodded, "That's why I asked you to agree."
Feng Lin turned back to look at Bai Wu, only to see her maintaining her previous pose.
Both hands propped up her chin, along with those smoky-eye-like eyes.
He always felt as if he was being stared at by a female ghost.
"Boss, do you know? For a woman like me, not minding Xu Ruoying and the others is already a huge sacrifice."
Liu Nian stood up from the sofa, "As long as you marry me, every Qingming Festival, I'll go to pay respects at Lao Liu's grave."
"I've told you before, not to mention Lao Liu in front of me."
Feng Lin's complexion grew increasingly darker.
"Jin Fenghuang talked to me a lot, she has been regretting that she was too obedient back then and didn't actively seize her happiness. By the time she realized it, it was already too late."
