"She won't cry," Shen Mosheng said confidently, "She's just a work partner, not someone who likes me."
Han Yingying suddenly felt sorry for Qiao Yue, falling for a log, and the log not only didn't know, but also tried to convince her to be a bridesmaid for her rival.
"What's wrong?" Seeing the strange look in Han Yingying's eyes, Shen Mosheng was quite puzzled.
"Shen Mosheng, the people who like you are really pitiful."
Shen Mosheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing." Han Yingying wasn't kind enough to confess for her rival. Since Shen Mosheng hadn't noticed, so be it.
"By the way, about our engagement, what was Grandfather Shen's reaction?"
"I'll do something for him tomorrow. He won't make things difficult for you, don't worry."
Han Yingying truly sighed in relief: "Then you do it well."
"Mmm."
"Xiaoxi and I have plans to go shopping tomorrow, I should head back."
"I'll walk you."
"Okay."
The night breeze was still a bit chilly.