"They are very young, what about it?" Han Yingying looked somewhat puzzled at the serious-faced Shen Mosheng, not understanding why he suddenly emphasized this.
"It's nothing," Shen Mosheng huffed with slight embarrassment. It turned out he was being oversensitive.
"By the way, how's it going with the guy you found to chase Xiaoxi and provoke my brother?" So many days had passed, and seeing that she was about to go abroad, Han Yingying was getting anxious without any news.
"I'm still looking."
"Does that Feng Yuyue have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Does he have someone he likes?"
"He's never mentioned anyone."
"Ask him, if he doesn't, then it's him." Han Yingying had a good impression of Feng Yuyue whom she had only met once; the key point was he was eloquent.
She was really afraid that Shen Mosheng would find someone just like him— a straight man of steel to chase Xiaoxi and end up infuriating her.
"Alright, I'll ask him tomorrow."
