Mr. Bai Xiaosheng stared at Song Yanran, who stood with utmost seriousness and a stern face, and felt—ridiculously amused!
He had no idea how to face this woman with his expression.
"You came all the way here just to tell me, 'I'm not worthy of her'?" Bai Xiaosheng repeated amusedly yet feigned earnestness.
"Exactly, so please stop pestering her!" Song Yanran was very serious.
Bai Xiaosheng simply didn't know what to say, strained his thoughts, and asked with a smile, "What makes you think I'm the one doing the pestering?"
"Or perhaps, is she the one pestering you?!" Song Yanran sneered.
"Why not?" Bai Xiaosheng countered.
"On what basis?"
Song Yanran seemed angered by the young man before her, and barked out these four words with stiffness.
