Sister Nian: Didn’t I Agree Long Ago?

Ye Wangchuan was stunned.

Qiao Nian put her hands in her pockets with a cool expression, raised her head, and met his eyes. "Isn't it a proposal if you put the ring on my right middle finger?"

Her question was direct and sharp.

It was Qiao Nian's style.

There was no hesitation at all.

It was direct and passionate.

Like a ball of fire that started a prairie fire!

Ye Wangchuan was used to the high society's way of doing things. He had always been arrogant and reserved. For a moment, he did not know how to answer her.

"Forget it if it isn't." Qiao Nian pulled down the brim of her cap, straightened her back, and prepared to leave the rooftop.

Just as she was about to brush past the man, Ye Wangchuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. He wrapped her in his arms and tilted his head slightly.