Mu Tiantian was unaware of the gossip in the minds of those reporters, but Bai Chenyao lowered his head slightly, and the words from his deep, indifferent voice struck her heart, each word distinct.
What does it mean for her to admit she is his fiancée, is it really that difficult?
As if he knew what she was thinking, Bai Chenyao raised his hand, his slender fingers gently grasping her chin, forcing her to lift her head.
The pressure was not as heavy as when they first met, and his fingertips even gently rubbed her chin with a seemingly intentional touch.
In his deep, chilly voice, there was a faint trace of dissatisfaction.
"In front of Grandma Gu, you wouldn't even admit to being my girlfriend before!"
"Now that it has come to this, you still refuse to say that you are the woman I, Bai Chenyao, have chosen, Mu Tiantian. Do you think I'm just not presentable in your eyes?"
Everyone: "..."
What does "I'm just not presentable" mean? Hey!
