Xiao Qian's question was sharp, and the room fell silent.
Yu Minglang put down his steamed bun, adjusted his sitting position to sit up straighter, his expression was like that of someone about to go to battle.
His aura emanated, his face grave.
Xiao Qian tightened her grip on the porridge bowl. If this guy dared to digress instead of addressing the real issue, like when he used irrelevant excuses after shattering the glass with his slingshot, she would strike him with this!
"Chen Xiaoqian, I've thought about this for a long time, and you know my personal circumstances."
"..." What do you mean by 'I know'? I've known you for two lifetimes, and I didn't know that you watch horror movies and like Humor Master, or that you tell cold jokes!
"I think we are compatible in many ways." He was nervous!
"..." Where's the compatibility?
"Our values are also quite similar."
"What do you mean 'similar'?" More and more off the point!
