When will you marry me on March 15th?
"You know you've been dating for two days now?!"
Fu Qiyuan: "..."
The old lady was frantic, "Ordinary people at this stage, they'd already be expecting a child."
She thought he had finally gotten the hint, but it turned out that the perpetual iron tree was still a perpetual iron tree, incapable of blooming.
Was her grandson's EQ really this low? The old lady began to doubt.
After a moment of contemplation, she hesitated:
"Or is it that you... can't?"
Fu Qiyuan's expression suddenly darkened, chilling and forbidding, with a glint of cold light in his eyes that was terrifying.
The old lady touched her nose, realizing she shouldn't have been so blunt, it hurt his pride.
"Have you ever given Xiao Ran any gifts?"
Fu Qiyuan remained silent for a long while.
"I've given roses."
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, there was still hope.
"What about other things? Have you given any other gifts?"
Fu Qiyuan frowned and shook his head.
"No."