"Sure." Ou Yimo agreed, "Azhan, I'm so excellent, you'll definitely fall in love with me."
Zhan Nanjue didn't expect Ou Yimo to agree just like that.
"Ou Yimo, what you want is not love."
"What I want is you! You are my love!" Ou Yimo said.
Zhan Nanjue frowned.
She didn't know what he was thinking.
"Why aren't you speaking? You're not planning to back out, are you? You don't want to marry me? Was saying you would marry me just to make me give up?"
Zhan Nanjue's expression turned slightly somber, "You've always been clever, but unfortunately, you never use your intelligence in the right way."
Ou Yimo said:
"I'll give you time to think about it."
"Tonight at eight, I will hold a press conference in the lobby on the first floor of the Sky Sincerity Hotel opposite the hospital."
"If you agree to marry me, come tonight, and I will announce our marriage and say the miscarriage was just an accident."
