Shi Beiyu looked at Mu Siyin who had lowered her hand and curled his lips. “What do you think of Uncle Yue?”
When Mu Siyin heard this, she blinked. “He’s peaceful and righteous. He deserves to be the secretary of State.”
Shi Beiyu raised his eyebrows. “You like him a lot?”
Mu Siyin looked at Shi Beiyu strangely. “The entire country likes him. Yang Yang is his number one fan.”
Shi Beiyu nodded sourly. “Yes, but he has his moments.”
Mu Siyin laughed. “Everyone makes mistakes. Do you dare to say that you’ve never made a mistake?”
Shi Beiyu paused
Mu Siyin raised her eyebrows and looked at him. “HMM?”
Shi Beiyu held her hand and chuckled. “I’m different from him. I’ve made mistakes, and I might make mistakes in the future. However, when it comes to love and marriage, I won’t make any mistakes.”
Mu Siyin seemed to have heard something incredible. She stared at Shi beiyu curiously, “What do you mean? You mean... he made mistakes in love and marriage?”
