Passersby who saw this scene couldn't help but watch curiously. Gu Jianli's skin was thick enough, not feeling embarrassed at all. He thought that to marry a beautiful wife like Shen Mianmian, one needed to have thick skin.
The two stared at each other, large eyes glaring at small ones, standing for over half an hour. Xiaocui considerately brought a stool over to Lu Siyuan, who crossed his legs and lazily watched him.
The March sun was warm and pleasant, neither cold nor hot, and he took it as a chance to sit and soak up the sun.
Initially, Gu Jianli had insisted on not letting him leave, so he just stood there waiting for Shen Mianmian's thoughts. But as noon approached and his legs began to ache without any sign of Shen Mianmian, he contemplated beating a retreat and returning the next day. However, Lu Siyuan gave him no chance to escape, blocking his exit.
