Yu Minglang's arm, still wrapped around Hai Zhao, was sprayed with beer.
Disgusted, he grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. "You don't have any foot-and-mouth disease or something that could infect me through droplets, do you?"
"Cough, cough!" Hai Zhao was still coughing.
It took a while before he finally patted his chest.
"I almost choked to death. If I die young, it'll be your fault — Yu Minglang, you didn't propose to her, you just directly told her you were going to her house? And you're taking your mother with you?"
This story was simply the best of the year!
He couldn't take it anymore; he had to organize his thoughts into a text message and send it out to his friends; Hai Zhao almost died of laughter.
Yu Minglang watched him laughing like a madman, frowning.
"Is it that funny?"
He was serious. Going there with his parents, wasn't that enough to show his sincerity?
Should he have also taken his grandfather? But his grandfather was so old...
