Luo Qingli really wanted to smack herself. How could she be so tactless!
Upon seeing Luo Qingli's vexed expression, Gu Yuying suddenly burst out laughing. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair. His voice pleasant and gentle like a string of beautiful notes.
"So far, I haven't lost yet."
"Oh…" Taken by surprise by Gu Yuying's sudden kindness, Luo Qingli seemed somewhat stunned—almost as if she were transfixed.
Even Gu Yuying seemed to realize that his behavior may have been a bit inappropriate. He returned to his detached disposition and casually said, "We've been down here for quite a while. Let's go up!"
"Oh!" Luo Qingli's eyebrows furrowed gently. She couldn't figure out what Gu Yuying was up to.
"Yuying, you're back! Perfect timing, we can start dinner." Zhao Wanru called out.
Once all the dishes were ready and on the table, Luo Nanyang raised his wine glass. "Let's have a toast to celebrate Yuying and Xiaoli for getting their marriage license today."
