As Ran Ran said this, she tidied up her hair and said dismissively, “Cherish her. To be honest, I’m touched that I could witness Yahan’s proposal with my own eyes.”
“Girl, just admit that you can’t wait to get married yourself. With your smart-aleck personality, though, it’ll be hard to find someone who can stand you!”
Mu Zisong’s words were a razor-sharp low blow, so Ran Ran turned to shoot him a glare.
“Piss off. Your sorry arse is still single, and you’re thirty!”
As I broke out of my trance amidst their bickering, I smiled at the sight of the man before me, the gentleness practically overflowing from his gaze. “It’s alright. I’m marrying you and not your mother. If push comes to shove, I can always avoid interacting with her.”
Tang Xiao ran a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry you have to do this. I’ll do my best to fix things with my mum.”