Ling Muye finally came back to his senses.
He had thought that as long as it wasn't with the person he liked, anyone else would be more or less the same.
But at this moment, as he looked at Shu Fu, the thought of spending his life with the person before him felt unbearable.
Once this thought had formed, it surged forward with overwhelming force.
He could no longer bear Shu Fu.
He couldn't bear anyone but Sheng Qianxia.
Ling Muye looked into Shu Fu's expectant eyes and said coldly, "Fufu, I'm sorry, let's end today's party here."
He was about to chase after Sheng Qianxia's figure.
"No—"
Shu Fu would not agree. She had spent so much money to redeem the ring, and she hadn't even proposed yet. How could it end?
Feeling Ling Muye stepping away, she quickly grabbed him, "It's our turn, Muye. It's our time now..."
She couldn't care less about how unsightly her reddened cheeks were. She just wanted to resolve the biggest problem at hand!
So hot—
Oh God, why is it so hot...
