"I want to marry you."
With these five words, Qiao Aiyun's pupils shrank slightly, and she was dumbfounded.
Standing in the elevator, Old Madam Yan was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped. Her gaze met with Qiao Aiyun's, and the both of them were at a loss of what to do.
"Auntie Yan…" Qiao Aiyun had never once thought that someone would propose to her when she was forty years old.
Moreover, the person proposing to her was one of the people she had been most afraid of in the first half of her life. He had a cold face and was drunk, and it was even in front of his mother. After living for more than forty years, this was the first time she felt so embarrassed.
Her face flushed, and she was too ashamed to look straight at her.
"Why don't we go upstairs first?" Old Madam Yan suggested. The hotel lobby wasn't a good place to talk.
