"Is that so?" Ye Anran propped her chin, thinking carefully.
Zuo Aiai looked at Ye Anran, "I think that's exactly it!"
"What if he really doesn't marry me?" Ye Anran was still anxious.
Zuo Aiai: ...
Before Zuo Aiai could answer, a childish voice rang out, "If Bo Jinyu doesn't marry Sister, I'll marry her!"
Ye Anran turned around to see Mo Yangyang walking over.
The little guy was always dressed very neatly and fittingly, in white jeans paired with a light-yellow knitted pullover and a dark bowtie on his chest, making him look especially adorable and dashing.
"Yangyang."
"Sister, Sister, Yangyang is six years old this year, in another ten years, I can marry you!" Mo Yangyang spread out both hands, showing ten fingers, and earnestly explained.
Ye Anran was immediately dumbfounded.
