"Ah?" Gong Mingxia was stunned. Wasn't this change a bit too sudden?
Just moments ago, he was talking about how Aunt Wang was causing trouble for him, too embarrassed to apologize, and now, without even making it back home, he'd turned around to ask for a "talk"?
Seemingly catching her confusion, Cao Yuan explained, "I was thinking, if we could try talking, it would put my mom at ease. Plus, my job is unique; I don't have the time to go on blind dates. There are some introductions in the military, but I don't feel anything for them. My mom says you're good, and I think you're pretty great too—independent, strong, and very capable, exceptionally kind—you're my ideal type. If you're willing, we can exchange addresses and correspond. If you're not, then it's as if I never said anything."
Just from that statement, Gong Mingxia was certain he was a straight man—someone who never showed interest in anything beyond work.