Han Chenyang covered his face from outside.
So embarrassing to listen to.
"I owe you a confession..."
How audacious, do you want to make it up now?
Isn't this so tacky?
Even if you're going to make it up now, do you have any idea what romance is? This is clearly just an announcement.
"Hey Jiang Lin, I, the young master, have decided to formally confess to you today. I will confess later, isn't it surprising? Aren't you looking forward to it?"
Han Chenyang complained to Xiaocheng in a soft voice, not realizing that due to the surrounding silence, his words travelled clearly into Jiang Lin's ears.
Jiang Lin didn't mind; being straightforward had always been his style.
"Yes. Are you going to confess now?" She counter-asked Fu Sitian.
"Pfft!"
Han Chenyang's voice came from outside again.
Ah no, do old people nowadays really play it this big?
"Xiaocheng, save me, I can't take it anymore, help me up."
