An old man and a young boy crouched at the corner, watching from a distance.
A red sports car with its trunk wide open, stuffed with flowers. Beside it, a burly boy was scratching his bald head,
while Zhong Yue looked bewildered, and Lu Yao was covering her face.
Zhang Fusheng also covered his face, wondering if Old Zhu was just a fool.
"You know them?" Hong Tianbao asked with interest.
"Yeah, the guy is my best buddy, and the other two are also friends," Zhang Fusheng replied weakly, not really wanting to admit it.
'Bang!'
With a dull thud, the two of them looked over eagerly and saw the bald guy went 'bang' and knelt on one knee.
He had such a deep expression of affection.
"Idiot," the chubby old man commented.
"Right on point," Zhang Fusheng quipped, "Old Zhu is getting dumber and dumber."
"I like you, can you be my girlfriend!"
Zhu Xiaoming's loud voice rang out, startling everyone.
Lu Yao became flustered, clearly losing her ability to think:
