Su Moshi suddenly brought up the topic of marriage, and Li Qiao slowly raised her head, involuntarily furrowing her brows.
Suddenly, the warm palm of Shang Yu landed on the top of her head.
With a glass in one hand and caressing her hair with the other, his voice was low and magnetic, "As long as she is willing, I can at any time."
Li Qiao bit her chopsticks and looked at him, the distance between them just right, allowing her to easily read the resolute seriousness in his deep eyes.
He wasn't joking.
And he never joked around.
Li Qiao took the chopsticks out her mouth and suppressed the inexplicably stirring emotions in her heart, glancing at Su Moshi, "When did I ever realize you were such a gossip?"
Su Moshi raised his glass towards Shang Yu, wine sliding down his throat, and smiled, "You're not so easy to fall in love, I naturally have to help Mr. Shang tie you down."
The perceptive Su Lao Si, his words were undoubtedly meant for Shang Yu's ears.