About me helping my good brother deliver a love letter to my fiancée?
What sort of mortal suffering is this?
Zhao Rong felt a little ashamed and had to sympathize; just thinking about it made him uncomfortable.
At the same time, Zhao Rong was also deeply embarrassed. Thankfully, not many people knew about it, um, Qing Jun didn't know yet. It would be best if she never found out. It needed to be resolved quietly, otherwise...
Sending a love letter to my wife's sister-disciple, who is also my friend's fiancée... that would be instant social suicide.
Zhao Rong vigorously scrubbed his face.
Just then, Fan Yushu heaved a deep sigh.
He looked worried, "Ziyu..."
Zhao Rong quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at him, "What, what's wrong?"
Fan Yushu hesitated for a moment but spoke up seriously, "Did you... sign the letter?"
