Fang Huai, having heard this, thought about how his parents had already bought the gifts for the marriage proposal and were waiting to visit, lost any inclination for jest, straightened his face, and said solemnly:
"Uncle Chen, actually, I discussed this with my parents before coming. Yang Shaoqing has been very good to me, and we've been talking for a while now. I'm serious about her. Today, I came to get your opinions. If you agree, once we return to Chongqing, my parents will come to your door to finalize everything. After she graduates, we shall marry."
Fang Huai practically blurted out these words, holding his breath.
The couple in front were momentarily silent upon hearing such sudden news, not knowing how to respond.
Today's timing was just terrible, on the highway, without a chance for the couple to discuss privately.
Yang Shaoqing grasped Fang Huai's arm, gazing steadfastly forward, and after several seconds of silence, she spoke with unusual determination: