Qiao Xiaomai rubbed her face again and asked, "I'm just asking if you can treat him as the most important person! You do it first, and then ask him. Come on, the Bei family and him, you can only choose one. What will you choose?"
Bei Lingsu raised her eyebrows at the question. "I need to think about it."
"See? You can't make a choice either." Qiao Xiaomai spread her hands. "Don't be so rigid. Don't imagine situations that haven't happened, or you'll only add to your own troubles. Look at me, I'm a walking tragedy—don't follow my lead."
"If you truly like him, then agree to it. He's not young anymore, and he's so busy every day. He doesn't have much time to focus on romance with you."
"You're quite busy too. Calculate how much time you'll have together each day—even if you agree now, how much time will the two of you actually spend together in the future?"
