Zhuang Yijing stammered, "Move... move where?"
"Mr. Zhuang, of course, move to my house. Where else?" Gong Xueting laughed.
"..."
At that moment, Zhuang Yijing tried very hard to bring out her demeanor from battling various cunning individuals in the business world, just not to completely lose to Gong Xueting's jade-like radiant face.
But when she brought Gong Xueting home, she pretended to have some work matters to attend to and locked herself in the well-soundproofed study room.
She couldn't help but blush and scream softly.
She excitedly shared her conversation with Gong Xueting with Ning Youguang over the phone.
Afterwards, she proudly said to Ning Youguang, "So annoying, our treasure Xue Ting wants me to marry him, who wants to marry him? If anyone's getting married, shouldn't it be him marrying me?"
What's the difference if it's you marrying or him marrying?
Anyway, it's the two of you getting married.
