Yong Yong smiled knowingly. Fallen for her, have you?
If he had encountered such a radiant girl when he was 30 years younger, he, too, would have fallen.
Just as Yong Yong was thinking this, Long Xiliang's cold aura descended upon him.
Yong Yong shivered, quickly gathered his wits, rubbed his knees, fearing that if the Long Family's powerful cooling agent kept stimulating him, his rheumatism would flare up again.
"Sir, have you fallen?" Yong Yong asked him.
"Mm," Long Xiliang murmured from his throat.
Yong Yong smiled. "You like her, don't you?"
"No," Long Xiliang corrected him, "It's not like. It's love, I've fallen in love with her."
As he said these words, a hint of seriousness laced his voice.
Yong Yong felt a chill run down his arm and then asked him, "So do you want her to become Mrs. Long?"
The fingers Long Xiliang had resting on the armrest unconsciously tightened.
"No." His voice instantly froze as he touched on this matter.