Shen Fanxing took a deep breath and looked at Bo Jinchuan excitedly.
"Bo Jinchuan, at the scent-making contest, I will clean up my image and reputation. Then I want to marry you immediately. Do you still want to marry me?"
Bo Jinchuan's handsome face was calm and his dark orbs penetrated deeply at her.
Shen Fanxing suddenly felt unsure. His expression was too deep, hiding emotions that she couldn't read.
"Bo Jinchuan, what's wrong with you recently? Did something happen?"
After a long while, Bo Jinchuan smiled and bent down to kiss her forehead. His chuckle was low.
"Seems like I have to think about my proposal. What kind of proposal should I prepare for you?"
The nervousness in Shen Fanxing's eyes dissipated gradually.
"There's no need to go through the hassle. I've said it before, I don't care about that."
"I've said it before as well, I don't condone slip-shoddy work."