"What kind of trouble could he possibly cause? Lin Yang is too timid."
In Zhou Xiaoyue's mind, Lin Yang was still the younger brother from the neighboring house, with excellent grades, thin and tall. In the blink of an eye, Lin Yang had reached the age to consider marriage. Time really does fly.
"Today, I told him I didn't want to register for marriage just yet. He didn't show much reaction, but he must be unhappy," Lin Yan sipped her iced lemon tea.
Zhou Xiaoyue agreed, "How could he be happy? I guess it's also his first time proposing. He lacks experience."
Lin Yan chuckled. Zhou Xiaoyue had no clue; that wasn't a proposal at all.
In line with his assertive style, it was more like an announcement of how things should be.
It was busy around lunchtime, and Lin Yan hadn't eaten much, preoccupied with chatting with Zhou Xiaoyue. She checked her watch, it was about time to leave.
