Nan Fei chuckled, "Do you think I'm really fond of you at this moment?" She was not even done being mad.
Huo Beijiang nodded earnestly, "Before I said anything, I was really sure you liked me a lot."
Nan Fei: "..."
She didn't know whether to praise his confidence or chastise his shamelessness.
She let out a slight sigh. When on earth had she given Huo Beijiang an impression of such unsureness and lack of security? If she liked him, how could she not? Once a heart was given, it could never be taken back.
Huo Beijiang noticed the slight change in her eyes and finally made up his mind.
"Wife, I'm telling you now."
"Hmm!"
The two of them faced each other, with a bowl of cold millet congee and beef in the middle. The atmosphere was unprecedentedly serious.
Nan Fei guessed that whatever he had to say must be significant, so she put down her spoon, crossed her hands in front of her, and quietly waited for Huo Beijiang to speak.