Gong Yutao sat in his office, scrolling through his WeChat group.
When he saw that the person who hadn't shown up in ages actually posted a photo of interlocked hands in their childhood friends' group, he couldn't help but nearly pop his eyeballs out.
At the same time, it wasn't just him who knew.
The group instantly became lively, a stream of screen scrolls.
Gong Yutao: Holy shit, does it mean what I think it means?
Lu Zhedong: Your eyes are fine, the rings are on; of course, it means the proposal was accepted.
Wang Tianhao: @Gong Yutao, are you questioning this? Has your IQ gone to the dogs?
Yun Jinrong: Boss is showing off his love unexpectedly.
Song Qiangyuan: When it comes to collecting congratulatory money, the boss is the ultimate champion.
Gong Yutao: Although a single dog despises public displays of affection, I have to admit, I took the bait. Congratulations!
Wang Tianhao: Congratulations!
Yun Jinrong: Congratulations!
Lu Zhedong: Congratulations!
