Gu Mei stared at Jiang Youzhi's back, tightly twisting the handkerchief in her hand.
She had thought about it for a long time in the room before deciding to come and try Jiang Sanlang.
Jiang Sanlang was as elegant and talented as an orchid in bloom. If he was willing to marry her, she would naturally tell him about that matter. If he avoided it, he would still be the promising Jiang Sanlang, and she could enjoy a good life with him in the future.
Since he looked down on her and didn't want to get engaged, she would wait and see how the high and mighty Jiang Sanlang would fall from the clouds into the mud.
Gu Mei gave a cold smile, that matter wouldn't take long to unfold, and by then, who knew if Jiang Youzhi would regret not agreeing to her.
Jiang Youzhi returned to the kitchen.
Gu Chuan was also there, so it wasn't a solitary man and woman alone.
