Qian's question was sharp, and silence fell over the room.
Yu Minglang put down the bun, adjusted his posture to sit straighter, his expression as if he was ready to go to battle.
The atmosphere opened up, the face was serious.
Qian clenched the porridge bowl in her hand. If this guy dared to talk nonsense and evade the main topic, just like those who shoot stones at people's windows and then say useless things, she'd use the bowl to hit his head!
"Chen Xiaoqian, I've given this a lot of thought, you know my personal situation."
"..." Know what? I've known you for two lifetimes, and I didn't know you watched horror films and were a Humor Master, or that you told cold jokes!
"I think we're very suitable for each other in many ways." So nervous!
"..." Suitable in what way?
"Our views are quite similar."
"How are they similar?" Talking more nonsense!
"You really enjoy horror movies, and I like them too."
"..." You watch Dragon Ball too, I don't!
