"Really, nothing at all?"
Sitting in the car, Li Yunhe drove while glancing at Li Zhiling, whose face was flushed with shyness, "Actually, you're already in your late twenties, not so young anymore. If it's true, then just go ahead with a shotgun wedding!"
"Brother!" Li Zhiling complained with a red face, "How many times have I told you, it's really not what you think between him and me!"
"Tang Yi and I just flew back from Shanghai today, and then I was kidnapped by those people. Less than an hour had passed before you came over. Indeed, so much has happened in the meantime, but it's definitely not like what you think!"
Although Li Zhiling's explanation was reasonable, Li Yunhe clearly had his own thoughts and shook his head, saying, "Since he saved you, it's understandable if you, moved by gratitude, offer yourself to him!"
