[Consider me, on the premise of marriage.]
Qiao Aiyun stared at the message, stunned for a long time. Then she scrolled down again and saw more messages.
[I'm serious.]
[I'll treat you well in the future.]
[I will learn things I don't know. If you don't like something, I'll change it if you tell me.]
…
He sent more than 10 messages.
She frowned slightly.
Did he drink too much? Or was his phone stolen?
This isn't his style at all.
She frowned and replied. [Is it really you?]
Yan Wangchuan was sitting on the hotel sofa with his arms crossed. His expression was serious as he stared at his phone with the volume turned to maximum. His dark eyes stared at the phone without blinking, afraid that he would miss a call or message.
He hadn't expected the message he was waiting for to be this.
He narrowed his eyes and replied. [I'm Yan Wangchuan.]
Qiao Aiyun: [Did you drink too much?]
