Lai Yuqi turned pale when she heard this, but she took a deep breath and hooked her arm around An Yiran's arm proactively, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fierce and lack femininity, and for so many years only my fiancé has chased me, but our relationship is strong! What's wrong with liking my fiancé? It's better than some people who change girlfriends faster than their clothes, not picky about any woman at all!"
"I'm not picky?" Cui Hao pointed at his own nose, "If I wasn't picky, would I have not chosen you?"
"You—" Lai Yuqi had the upper hand originally, but when Cui Hao brought up the past, particularly the incident from when she was twelve, she suddenly became enraged. Just as she was about to explode, An Yiran gently wrapped his arm around her waist, "Xiaoyu, what do you think of this ring? It seems to be a design you like."
The anger that had surged up in Lai Yuqi was unexpectedly suppressed.
