Sometimes, she really doubted Wen You's sexual orientation.
"Don't doubt it, Sister just likes you." Wen You stroked Qu Tong's delicate little face.
"Come on, Sister will take you upstairs for a candle-lit dinner."
Wen You pulled Qu Tong past the dumbfounded Cheng Feng and headed upstairs, without so much as a glance at them.
As the elevator doors closed, Qu Tong disdainfully removed Wen You's hand, "Talk normally, didn't you see Cheng Feng's face has gone black?"
"What's that got to do with me?" Wen You snorted coldly.
Fine, it's got nothing to do with you.
"How come you're even considering marriage proposals?"
"That was introduced by my aunt. My aunt isn't married, and after my mom passed away, I lived with my aunt and grandmother, so I just went through the motions." Wen You explained indifferently.
The elevator doors opened, and Wen You led Qu Tong to a private dining room.
