In this society, there are always so many busybodies.
No matter which circle.
In the lower class, there are nosy busybodies, in the middle class, there are, and the upper class still has them.
But Dang Yang thought An Yue's worries were completely unnecessary.
He will marry her.
No matter what kind of accident happens, he will marry her.
Unless he's dead.
Otherwise, even if she dies, he would marry her memorial tablet!
"Whatever you say." An Yue said lightly, feeling a bit happy inside.
This time, Dang Yang's emotional intelligence was on point, without coming up with any weird ideas, he hit exactly what she was thinking.
Dang Yang looked at An Yue, his eyes suddenly bursting with surprise.
An Yue... Does this mean she agreed?
This...
Happiness came so suddenly, leaving one... a bit caught off guard.
This... I'm so damn happy.
