Five minutes later.
After Chu Dazhuang finished his last sentence, Wang Bingbing stood there, listening to his plan, with a slight frown on her face.
Her expression seemed to say, "I've been waiting for you for so long, and this is what you come up with?"
Seeing this, Chu Dazhuang's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he wasn't sure what Wang Bingbing was thinking. But he had already pretended so much that he had to keep up the act to the end; otherwise, wouldn't all his efforts be wasted?
After a long while, Wang Bingbing's furrowed brows relaxed in an instant, and she burst into laughter looking at Chu Dazhuang.
The sound, as pleasant as wind chimes, was blissful to Chu Dazhuang's ears.
No wonder she was a singer.
"Oh my, I was just teasing you."
Wang Bingbing laughed as she joked, "Is that all?"
She spoke with ease and then patted her chest.
"No problem, leave it to me!"
