"Hmm."
Xu Chang'an nodded helplessly.
Of course, it was obvious.
Ms. Zhu had just asked him what it meant for a young man to care about a woman, and then she asked him to deliver a message—
She was just short of directly telling him that Sikong Jing had asked about Liu Qingluo.
Or rather, she had already told him directly.
"..."
Ms. Zhu looked at Xu Chang'an and didn't notice a single trace of discomfort on his face, then she felt that this was as it should be.
Someone proposed to Wen Li, and he didn't care.
"Never mind, if you know, you know. There's nothing shameful about it," Ms. Zhu stretched lazily, sat back down, and propped her face on her hand, looking at Xu Chang'an, "In any case... Qingluo is so beautiful, that boy Sikong Jing who hasn't seen much of the world could very well like Qingluo, it's not entirely impossible..."
But to be honest.
