When they went back, Yu Minglang didn't say anything.
Qian accompanied him, walking slowly along the road towards home.
"Xiaoqiang, actually, in your heart, you don't dislike him, do you?" Qian asked.
"Mm."
If Yu Minglang really disliked Zeng Rong, he wouldn't have invited all his friends to come and see him off.
"His method wasn't good, but his starting point was well-intentioned. He has experienced the pain of losing friends, so he doesn't want these brothers who share his daily life to lose me as well. Even though his method was clumsy, I have the duty and the confidence to show him clearly the kind of woman I've chosen, to let him leave with peace of mind. This is also my responsibility."
Although Zhiming had left, in Yu Minglang's heart, he was still his friend. This is a responsibility, a mission.
Qian was not surprised by Minglang's words.
"So, you brought me over to show him and tell him you've chosen a smart woman?"
