"Of course!" Ye Zhentian nodded in a gentlemanly manner. "Of course, Miss Song Meiyu, you didn't hear wrongly. I'm proposing to you. You know, I like you and have always liked you in the past, now, in the future, and in the future, so I don't want to wait anymore. I already know my feelings very clearly. I like you and want to marry you, so…" At this point, Ye Zhentian held his chest and took a deep breath. "Miss Song Meiyu, I, Ye Zhentian, like you. Are you willing to marry me?"
"…" Song Meiyu covered her mouth and didn't know what to say, but her tears kept flowing.
"Oh, agree to his proposal!"
"Aunt, agree to his proposal. I want Uncle Ye to be my uncle!"
When she looked up again, she saw the two people watching upstairs.
