"You little stinker, even if you can't bear to let me go, I still need to get married," Song Xiaoru laughed and scolded.
Xiao Yingying nodded vigorously, "Exactly, exactly. By the way, Sister Xiaoru, you must have a lot of admirers, right?"
Song Xiaoru glanced at Song Xiaodong with a proud expression on her face, "That's right, there are quite a few guys at the company who fancy me. I get a lot of flowers in the office every day."
Song Xiaodong's mouth twitched, "Those few bad apples in the company, how could they be worthy of my sister."
Song Xiaoru felt a secret joy in her heart, "It's not just the guys in the company, you know. There are also people from other companies and a few second-generation rich kids who have been asking me out for a long time. I'm still hesitating over which one to choose among them."