In the room.
Jiao Yang followed Leng Zimo into the study, casually walked to the window, looked at the night outside, then turned back to Leng Zimo, "Don't hesitate, just say it!"
Leng Zimo specifically called him in, definitely not just to get some cigars, this much was clear to both of them.
Leng Zimo walked over, handed him a cigar, and stood by the window, looking at Luo Xiaoqian's figure on the distant lawn, "You still love her, don't you?"
Jiao Yang played with the cigar Leng Zimo gave him, countered, "Is that question important?"
Leng Zimo turned his face, his gaze deep as he looked at him, asking a second question, "If I asked you to marry her now, would you be willing?"
Jiao Yang's fingers, playing with the cigar, froze, and he turned his face, his dark eyes just as deep as he looked at Leng Zimo, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiao Yang knew better than anyone how much this man loved Luo Xiaoqian; he would never give her up.
