Chapter Four Hundred Fifty-One: Can He Really Help Us?
"Cough, boss..."
Fatty Tang's expression became increasingly awkward, his face looking as if it were a red-hot iron, yet Xiao Yi still noticed an unparalleled happiness in his eyes.
"Isn't that good, though? Just now you sounded really down?"
After teasing him a bit, Xiao Yi did not continue to joke with Fatty Tang. After thanking Li Ling, who had poured him some tea, Xiao Yi delved straight into the matter at hand as soon as Li Ling turned to get something.
"Boss, my parents, they still don't agree to me and Li Ling."
Hearing Xiao Yi's question, Fatty Tang immediately forgot his shyness, his face showing a trace of sadness.
Li Ling, who was nearby carrying some snacks, also showed a glimpse of sadness on her face upon hearing Fatty Tang's words. But it was only for a moment before she regained her composure and continued to bring the snacks over to Xiao Yi, saying, "Xiao Yi, come, have some snacks. They were just made."
