"Hmm, that's fine, Mr. Nie."
Meng Xin Zhi also had another half-sentence that she didn't speak out loud, "as long as you don't keep calling me 'girl, oh my girl,' everything is fine."
After a great deal of roundabout, nothing had changed.
The girl was still the girl, and the gentleman was still the gentleman.
This sort of thing did not at all fit Nie Tiancai's principle of resolutely not engaging in futile efforts.
Yet unexpectedly, he took delight in it.
Perhaps the greatest charm of love is turning the uninteresting into something fascinating.
Right now it was quite fascinating, perfect for spreading pink bubbles around.
At least, that's what Nie Guangyi thought.
"Ms. Meng, you haven't told me what your current dream is?" Nie Guangyi pressed on.
"It's related to my major," Meng Xin Zhi wasn't too keen on answering.
"Artifacts and museums?"
"Yes."
"Girl, oh my girl, if you're talking about museums, then I know much more about them than I do about chrysanthemum awards."
