Fu Yisheng carried his son back from the backyard and overheard their conversation. He frowned and said, "A proposal is about sincerity, it doesn't matter how grand it is. You're smart enough to understand that, so why ask Qingqing?"
A ring hidden in the cake? Only he could think of that.
Thank goodness he prepared a pink diamond the size of a pigeon's egg. If it were a tiny ring like the one Chen Yuxuan gave Song Xiaorou, Zhao Lin might swallow it in one bite and end up in the hospital.
Lu Qingqing giggled, "Uncle, it's a case of being too concerned to think straight, like a desperate doctor resorting to unorthodox medicine!"
Song Xiuluan scratched his head, messing up his suave hairstyle, and glared, "At a time like this, you two are still making fun of me?"
The understanding niece had been completely led astray by the third uncle, Fu!
A group of brothers, not a single decent one among them.
