"No," Song Chengguang answered calmly.
Hao Xingxing felt that the moment she heard this sentence, her breathing became smooth all at once, and it took a long while before she dared to secretly catch her breath. However, it was clearly a mistake for Hao Xingxing to feel relieved too soon, as the presence of Hao Yueliang, this unpredictable child, meant she shouldn't have celebrated too early—because the next moment, Hao Yueliang would throw out another question that was embarrassing and difficult, yet also tense and exciting.
"So, Chengguang, what do you think of my sister? Would you two make a good couple? My sister is beautiful, independent, pretty, a strong woman, and you're handsome and similarly aged; you two would be so suitable together!" Hao Yueliang asked joyfully, her eyes truly filled with anticipation, introducing them like a matchmaker—all praises.
