From not far away, hearty laughter could be heard occasionally, and they were quite enjoying the conversation.
Yang Dong's hand, holding the teacup, subconsciously tightened, and he did not even notice that the water in the cup had overflowed.
He had only one thought in his mind: he must stop their matchmaking.
It wasn't that he was trying to bolster himself by belittling the other; it was just that the other person seemed a hundred times better than someone like him, a country bumpkin.
This urge to disrupt the matchmaking grew stronger, prompting him to suddenly stand up. Just as he was about to go over, he saw the people over there also standing up.
Have they finished talking and are about to leave?
As he was puzzled, he watched as Chuntao's third brother and the matchmaker left, leaving only Li Chuntao and the man.
Yang Dong's expression soured even more; this was the sign that the match was going to proceed successfully.
He lifted his leg and strode toward that table.
