"I was smitten with her at first sight," Qin Nanyu's thin lips parted slightly, pausing after each word.
"Bang—"
Weitian's hand shook, and the chopsticks poking into the rice knocked over the bowl.
Her eyes, wide as copper bells, stared in disbelief at Qin Nanyu, who spoke with such seriousness and nonsense.
He really dared to say it!
Hearing the noise, Qin Nanyu paused in his speech and turned his head to glance in her direction.
Ignoring the astonished expression on her face, he merely looked at the overturned rice bowl to ensure she was all right, then raised his hand to signal a waiter to serve her a new bowl of rice.
He then turned to Zhang Lingying again and explained in a light tone, "She's just as easily shy as she was the year we first met."
Weitian: "..."
Seeing Zhang Lingying's utterly convinced demeanor, Weitian didn't know what to say anymore.
