"Marrying your granddaughter to me would be the greatest reward!" Luo Ziling joked.
Yang Qingyin blushed and pinched Luo Ziling, scolding, "I'm discussing serious matters with you, don't talk nonsense!"
"Isn't this a serious matter?" Luo Ziling looked aggrieved, "This is the most important matter, don't you think!"
"No, I don't," Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling, shaking her head, "You're annoying, I don't want to marry you, hmph!"
Luo Ziling chuckled, let go of Yang Qingyin's waist, and stood up, "Then I'll make some arrangements!"
"Alright, I'll go wash some fruit!" Yang Qingyin said, taking the bag of fruit Luo Ziling brought into the bathroom.
Luo Ziling took out his phone, called Wuyue, and gave a few instructions.
