Yu Longting furrowed his brow, his lazy snake-like eyes both mischievous and defiant, "What time is it now? Well, tell me?"
"It's the crucial moment when Old Zhao has taken a liking to Dumpling, and if things go south, we might be separated from our child!" I started answering firmly, but under Yu Longting's gaze, I began to feel guilty.
What, am I wrong?
"It's just a small matter." Yu Longting tightened his arms around my waist, "We've already had a child together, don't you want to marry me?"
Looking at Yu Longting's domineering gaze from which I had no escape, I smiled wryly, "Alright, I'll marry you, but I can't guarantee grandfather will agree."
"Send grandfather a message and tell him we're heading straight to the attic to meet Qing Li." Yu Longting called him grandfather so smoothly, smiling gently when he lowered his gaze.
He's so confident, sure that he can handle my grandfather.
When he hits a snag, let's see how smug he gets!
Hmph!
