Xiaobao was surprised to see a woman's figure ahead, and when he saw clearly who it was, he showed a hint of tenderness.
It was his childhood sweetheart, Zhang Ling, who he'd liked since they were young.
At this moment, Zhang Ling was smiling beautifully, her dimples making Xiaobao feel like his bones were melting.
Xiaobao remembered something and suddenly looked stern, a bit angry, and said, "You know how to come back, huh? You didn't even tell me where you were going. Come on, let's go home and get married!"
Zhang Ling listened and immediately showed a loving smile, chuckling, "You want to marry me, huh?"
"Obviously, we're engaged, how can we not get married!" Xiaobao said with some annoyance.
Zhang Ling frowned, "Xiaobao, how do we get married? What about Han Bing, Liu Xiaowen, Lu Zihan, and the other childhood sweetheart Luo Qi?"
