Meng Xin Zhi wore a suit.
It was a vibrant Mamba green.
Such a bright color is very picky about the skin tone of the person wearing it.
Just a slight misstep, and it could give off an unsophisticated vibe.
Meng Xin Zhi's graceful figure and milk-like skin managed to make the suit give off the impression of evening wear.
Especially the temperament she exuded with every move she made.
If, just if.
If Meng Xin Zhi had not come to nail him to the pillar of shame for plagiarism, Nie Guangyi would definitely feel an impulse to directly propose to her.
They say there's only a thin line between genius and madness.
At this moment, Nie Guangyi was utterly convinced of that saying.
In this world, apart from a lunatic like himself, who would think of proposing at the scene of his own disgrace, to someone who obviously had no interest in him?
Nie Guangyi was surprised by the idea that flashed through his mind.
