An Nan's heart felt like it was exploding, her heart couldn't take it.
"Why are you dressed like this? It's so hot today!"
An Nan asked him, stepping forward to loosen his tie and unbutton three buttons on his shirt collar.
Jiang Zhiyuan blankly watched the series of actions that seemed like something a wife would do for her husband, gradually losing the tension he had felt moments before. She cared so much for him, how could she not agree? She must be longing to marry him soon too.
"Nannan!"
Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly grabbed her hand, calling her softly.
An Nan looked up at the man slightly taller than her: "Hmm?"
Jiang Zhiyuan didn't rush to speak, but turned his head to the side, where Qiao Yi promptly handed him a large bouquet of roses that had been sitting on the table.
Jiang Zhiyuan took the roses and slowly knelt down on one knee.
An Nan's heart beat even faster, pounding, and she started to feel a bit at a loss.
