Yan Xinxin, will you marry me?
That one striking line, so dazzling it captivated the eyes!
"Who is Yan Xinxin?"
"Who's Yan Xinxin?"
"What a romantic proposal!"
"I envy this woman named Yan Xinxin so much…"
Before she could figure out what was happening, Yan Xinxin herself, in a state of confusion, overheard these bits of conversation.
"Wow! What a handsome man!"
"Oh my goodness! Isn't that Young Master Mo?"
"Our An City's most prominent heir of the top family, Young Master Mo!"
Yan Xinxin heard the women exclaim in awe.
"Daddy! It's Daddy! Daddy's so handsome!"
Standing beside her, little Chenxi suddenly pointed toward a certain direction and exclaimed.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally turned toward the direction Chenxi was pointing.
A man of noble elegance and refinement held a bouquet of red roses, his tall and commanding figure walking gracefully toward her.
