Yu Minglang felt as if he had been hit by hundreds of tons of force.
"You, you're not, aren't you going to get married?"
"Not registering, just having a banquet, and now not getting married at all."
Qian looked at him with a somewhat puzzled expression, "What's wrong—"
In an instant, she understood.
Oh, Yu just realized she's still a student, is he regretting it?
She pulled out the bankbook from her pocket and handed it to him.
"You're regretting it, right? Here you go!"
"I gave it to you, so keep it well, don't say anything else." After being hit emotionally, Yu Minglang was in distress, and his speech unintentionally carried some coldness, though it wasn't directed at Qian.
It was directed at himself.
He almost made a mistake!
She looked at him coolly, "I won't thank you." She reminded him that, even if you've done something for me, I won't reciprocate!
"Take it!"
