Su Qingyue praised, "Miss Tao's thoughts are quite thorough."
In ancient times, unmarried women did not discuss marriage proposals with others unless they were very close. Tao Meijiao talking about these things with her seemed like she really considered her a sister.
Tao Meijiao said cheerfully, "Qingyue, just call me Meijiao or Xiao Jiao."
Seeing her sincerity and straightforwardness, Su Qingyue agreed, "Alright, Xiao Jiao, Xiao Jiao!"
"Aiyo..." Tao Meijiao's body went numb, and she immediately retaliated, "Xiao Yue, Xiao Yue!"
She was full of black lines on her forehead, "Miss Tao, you really can make yourself at home..."
"I've always been good at making myself at home with people I like." She looked at Su Qingyue, "It's a pity, though. I admire you so much, but you're not a man; otherwise, I would marry you."
Su Qingyue's mouth twitched, "Xiao Jiao, as I remember, you looked very dignified and virtuous on the day I caught Lai Tou..."
