"I didn't mean that, I just... Look, you're 30 years old and still without a woman, so I just..."
"We could try tonight," Wen Jingheng suddenly said in a deep voice.
Hai Lan met his black, deep, seemingly dangerous gaze and immediately smiled shrewdly. "Haha, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously, I'm really just joking."
"I'm not joking," Wen Jingheng said expressionlessly, his deep gaze piercing as if he wanted to devour her.
Hai Lan chuckled awkwardly again, "Let's talk about this later, shall I just keep the ring for now, and no hard feelings?"
"Okay!" Wen Jingheng curled his lips, his dangerous aura suddenly vanishing.
Hai Lan inexplicably felt duped.
It seemed like he was just waiting for her to say she would take the ring...
But being duped was fine, she genuinely liked that ring.
