When the Teahouse's crowd dispersed, Zhuang Hang stared at Mo Qian several times, but in the end, he did not ask the question in his heart. Instead, standing behind him, Zhuang Bai raised his hand and patted his shoulder, indicating that it was time for him to get in the car and go home.
After so many things that had happened that night, Zhuang Bai was also a little tired. Sitting beside Zhuang Ming, he raised his hand and gently pinched the corner of his eye. At this time, his phone suddenly rang with a message notification.
Zhuang Bai took his phone from his pocket and squinted at the screen. The corners of his mouth immediately curled up into a very light smile, but this smile was full of love and helplessness.
"The next time we meet, I want 31 red roses!"
Miss Mo was not polite at all!
Just as Zhuang Bai was chuckling at his phone screen, Zhuang Ming looked over. Just then, another message popped up on the screen.
