"No, I wasn't," Huangfu Ruixiang subconsciously denied, "I'm just thinking about how to tell my parents. After all, this matter is too sudden. I'm afraid they won't easily accept it."
"It's okay; I can give you time to talk to them," Zhong Yating wasn't anxious at all. "I'll tell you once our marriage is decided."
With that, Zhong Yating stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss on Huangfu Ruixiang's face before turning around and leaving. Her footsteps were light, and she was humming a song, obviously in a good mood.
Huangfu Ruixiang, who was left behind, had his face darkened the moment Zhong Yating turned around. His entire demeanor turned gloomy. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the anger within. It seemed that if he didn't do this, he would not resist stepping forward and directly confronting Zhong Yating.