"Nonsense!" Qiao Dongyang rebuked in a light tone, terrified that Tengu's words would upset Chi Yue.
He had chatted with Zheng Xiyuan last night and gained some new knowledge from him—apparently, women could develop a fear of marriage before the wedding, the uncertainty and insecurity about the future making them sensitive and suspicious.
"Don't speculate wildly about my thoughts," Qiao Dongyang said with a solemn face, remembering Zheng Xiyuan's advice, "I'm eager to marry her because I want to marry her. What's that got to do with you? You could just be a normal robot, but instead you spend all day trying to aggrandize yourself. Who did you learn that from?"
Tengu didn't speak.
Perhaps Qiao Dongyang's words were too difficult to understand.
After a while, Tengu finally asked in its mechanical yet adorable childlike voice, "Is Lord Qiao planning to turn me into a gold-plated robot? NO, that's too expensive! It would be dangerous for me."
Qiao Dongyang: "..."