Pei Yicheng didn't say anything, he just quietly sat down on the chair next to him.
"Yicheng." Cheng Hao's heart skipped a beat. Ling Dong didn't have much faith in him—he didn't care. No matter who he dated, Ling Dong always felt it wouldn't last.
But Yicheng was different.
"You love her." Pei Yicheng's words were a statement, not a hint of doubt.
Ever since Cheng Hao started working hard to earn money and buy a house so he could be with Zou Yaru, Pei Yicheng knew that Cheng Hao, who used to play the field, had finally fallen for someone.
A year ago, Cheng Hao was living lazily every day in Ningbei. Later he came here and started selling chili sauce, made his first bucket of money, and especially after the New Year, Cheng Hao's efforts were clearly seen.
"Yes."
Cheng Hao answered without thinking. These past six months, he knew very well that he truly loved her. He said, "I want to marry her. I want to spend my life with her."
