Nan Baihao faked his tears and said enthusiastically, "Yes, I might shed a tear of emotion myself. Just imagine Chenxing, that innocent girl, bursting into tears and throwing herself into your arms."
Gu Shaocheng's daydream was abruptly interrupted. He blinked, sweeping a look towards Nan Baihao, clearing his throat, "Baihao, don't interrupt. Wuqing, continue."
At this moment, the butler brought the desired Tieguanyin tea. Bai Wuqing leisurely took a sip, looking at Gu Shaocheng, "That's all. Isn't this enough?"
A dreamy and romantic confusion appeared on Gu Shaocheng's face. His finger continually tapping on the tabletop, pondering something.
After a moment, he raised a brow, feigning seriousness, "Is it too ostentatious? Doing this kind of thing, could it be beneath my status? What if she rejects me? Where will my face go then?"
