"Oh..."
He Fang was still washing vegetables in the kitchen, when after a short mumble they had already finished their conversation, she asked Qin Guanglin who was coming in, "What was the reaction?"
"It seems pretty sentimental," Qin Guanglin shrugged his shoulders and squeezed past, saying, "You chop, I'll wash."
In his mind, Qin's Mom should have been so happy that she slapped her thighs, muttering about how he was finally getting down to serious business. Maybe in her joy, she would even take out a treasure like a bracelet to reward them.
Hmm... A bracelet they already had, so maybe it was time for something else.
"Are you sure we're getting married next year? Can't we move it up to this year?" he asked while washing the vegetables.
