As a man, Liu Mang knew he was very lucky, incredibly lucky.
Meeting Sister Lin was indeed a stroke of fortune.
Liu Mang neither had a virtuous and beautiful wife nor a ambiguous confidante, but at least he had Sister Lin, a beauty.
Suddenly, Sister Lin asked, "Am I good?"
Liu Mang earnestly replied, "You? You're not just good, you're absolutely fantastic."
"Then will you marry me?"
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but I know for sure that I will keep you by my side for a lifetime!"
"So whom will you marry, Lin Ziyan or Lu Mengyao? If you could only choose one, who would it be?"
Facing this question, Liu Mang didn't know how to respond, "Let nature take its course, let the future decide."
"If it were up to me, do you know who I would marry? I would marry Murong Yanran. She's a woman among women, the most feminine among all the women I know. Even Lin Ziyan or Lu Mengyao, or even myself, doesn't compare to her."
"Her? Don't joke."
"By the way, how has the bar been these days?"
