"What!?"
Su Yanran's provocative move instantly stunned Han Ling. "He's your boyfriend?" he asked in shock.
"That's a stupid question. If you don't believe me, go back to Yanjing and ask my grandfather. He gave his personal approval!" Su Yanran declared, hugging Qin Lin's arm and deliberately rolling her eyes at Han Ling.
"Yanran, I know you might be angry with me for what I did before, but you can't be this willful!" Han Ling took a deep breath, forcing himself to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. He spoke slowly and gravely, "He's a nobody. He has nothing, and his entire net worth isn't even three thousand yuan. How could he possibly be worthy of you? Don't joke with me!"
"Young Master Han, he's not just poor, he's also Miss Lin Qingyue's fiancé," Song Li whispered, leaning in close right after Han Ling finished speaking. "Miss Lin announced it herself before you arrived."
"What!?" Han Ling was utterly shocked. "He's also Lin Qingyue's fiancé?"
