Wu Tong had said so much, but Jiang Yun didn't believe a single word.
However, he had always understood one thing: Meng Qingqing's going abroad was definitely voluntary. Otherwise, he would have surely sent someone to look for her during this half month, but he hadn't; he accepted her decision.
But Wu Tong had meddled in so many of his affairs, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart was growing stronger.
What right did she have to do whatever she wanted to him?
And then act as if she didn't care about anything afterward, continuing to stay by his side.
Since she liked him so much, he might as well satisfy her.
"Wu Tong," Jiang Yun's eyes brimmed with a smile, but it seemed particularly abnormal in the still tense atmosphere, he said word by word, "Do you want to marry me?"
It was a blatant enticement, with significant lethal power and long-lasting effect.
Wu Tong couldn't help but be moved, her tightly pursed lips trembling, and disbelief written all over her face.
