"Pfft!"
Upon hearing Nie Zhujun's words, the tea that Qin Yi had just sipped sprayed out in a mist.
Mo Wuji also nearly sprayed his out, but managed to hold it in.
Mo Hutu stretched his neck like a chicken being strangled, almost choking on his own saliva, coughing violently and turning red-faced.
"Hahaha..."
Qin Yi couldn't hold it in any longer, laughing so hard he bent back and forth.
Nie Zhujun looked puzzled at the exaggerated laughter of Qin Yi, then turned to Mo Hutu, "Senior, did I say something wrong?"
"No mistake, Old Hutu is here to propose marriage to your family's ancestor, preparing for a twilight romance. Hahaha..." Qin Yi laughed so hard he was out of breath, his face flushed with laughter.
Nie Zhujun looked embarrassed, knowing from Qin Yi's reaction that she had misspoken.
Mo Hutu finally caught his breath, glared at Qin Yi, and then said, "I'm not here to propose for myself, but for Wuji."
"Young Master Mo?" Nie Zhujun was taken aback.
