Her words were full of grievance, and she couldn't help muttering under her breath, "Who on earth… proposes this way…"
Bo Chengcheng, who was looking on, started giggling.
When Li Beinian heard the soft laughter, her grievance deepened, and she felt even more embarrassed.
Turning a deep red, she pouted as large drops of tears began to fall from her eyes. The undeniable joy and ironic grievance became a concoction of choking emotions lodged firmly in her throat. "Such an aggressive proposal, I don't owe you anything!"
Mu Xichen folded the switchblade away. He knitted his eyebrows as he looked at the tears streaming down her face.
Then, he gently wiped them dry and said, "Of course you owe me."
The woman sobbed and stared at him, her red eyes filled with renewed grievance.
