"Qingqing, what are you thinking about?"
In the villa.
Zhao Moxuan came from behind and wrapped his arms around Pei Qingqing's shoulders.
This involuntary shudder coursed through Pei Qingqing's body, tightening her already scattered attention even more.
She glanced sideways at him, and couldn't help but recall what he had said last night.
It was an unprecedented moment of seriousness for Zhao Moxuan, just to talk about marriage with her.
"Nothing."
Pei Qingqing answered absently, her eyes gradually growing hollow.
"I heard my brother has gone to propose. Today's the day to meet Liang Yu's parents."
"Isn't that good? Your brother isn't getting any younger, and it's time he found a girlfriend, and besides, Liang Yu is your little sister, it's great news."
Zhao Moxuan didn't care about her feelings at all.
Pei Zhiyao didn't like Liang Yu in the slightest.
Their closeness was nothing more than a mutual dislike for Wen Mian.
