After finishing, she suddenly remembered that Xue Ling was still watching on the side.
She wanted to cry.
Could she still pretend to be gentle in time?
It was all damn Ouyang Silv's fault!
She shot a glare over, Ouyang Silv coughed and called Yu Miaomiao, "Well... cousin, I have something to do, I'll go first. You can put all you and future cousin-in-law's expenses on my tab. We're family, no need to be polite."
After saying that, he grabbed Yu Miaomiao's hand and ran away as if for his life.
Wen Tongyao: "..."
Future cousin-in-law.
Future cousin-in-law...
Future cousin-in-law!
Those five words seemed to come with their own playback system, replaying over and over in Wen Tongyao's ear.
Xue Ling glanced back at the sorry figure of Ouyang Silv running away, feeling awkward: "Your cousin seems to have misunderstood something..."
