"Does this mean her impression of me has improved a lot?" Li Qingshen completely ignored Qin Sheng's words and asked.
"Obviously!" Qin Sheng cursed.
Li Qingshen wasn't angry but slowly curved his lips upwards, "Then tell me, if I confess my love to her now, what are my chances of success?"
"Confess? Li Qingshen, you're so outdated! Just sweep her off her feet, make it clean and clear, and then tell her, 'Marry me!' Done and dusted!" Qin Sheng said casually.
But Li Qingshen disagreed, "No, I want to give her a beautiful confession."
Out of options, Qin Sheng took a deep breath and then said, "I give up... Based on my years of experience in chasing girls, with her saying that, your chances of catching her are as high as ninety-nine percent."
