Qin Lang handed the water cups to both of them, then returned to the sofa and sat back down.
"Alang, you've been troubled by this for quite some time. Though my daughter has a good temper, she is quite picky. It's rare for her to want to stay with you on her own, and we couldn't persuade her otherwise." Zeng Rou spoke gently, in the manner of a good mother.
"Indeed, Alang, I didn't expect you to be so good at taking care of others." From Shui Qinqin's words, it was clear how well Qin Lang looked after her.
"Please, don't rush to thank me yet. There's something I need to say; I'm in a relationship with your daughter. I'd like to marry your daughter and hope you both will consent." Qin Lang spoke with sincerity, placing himself in the posture of a junior.
Zeng Rou and Shui Yaohui didn't show any signs of surprise; they just exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying something only they could understand.
