Under Rong Shaoze's expectant gaze, she slowly nodded, smiling, "I'm willing."
The man was overjoyed and hurriedly placed the ring on her left ring finger, threatening, "With this ring on, you are mine. You are not allowed to take it off, or I won't let you get away with it!"
However, Lin Xinlan wasn't the least bit afraid of his threat.
She smiled lightly, her gaze suddenly landing on a shop across the street that made mugs.
Her eyes sparkled as she said eagerly, "Rong Shaoze, I have something for you."
"What is it?"
"Your birthday gift."
"Marrying me is the best gift you could have given."
"There's another gift I want to give you. Let's get out of the car."
Once they got out of the car, Lin Xinlan pulled him toward the shop across the street.
Rong Shaoze followed with a laugh, deliberately feigning anxiety, "You better pick the gift quickly. There are too many people getting married today; we're going to have to wait in a very long line to get our turn."