Yang Gang took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and composed himself.
He gave a light laugh, stroking Ye Qingyin's head. "Great job, kid, I'm cheering for you!"
A hint of shyness swept across Ye Qingyin's cheeks.
"Eh, Qingyin, would you secretly tell me, who's the lucky guy?" Yang Gang asked, full of curiosity.
Ye Qingyin: ..
"It's a secret."
Ye Qingyin composed her emotions and uttered those playful words with a poker face. Yang Gang almost lost his composure at her incongruously cute demeanor.
"Oh my, the girls from the new generation each have their unique talents. It's getting increasingly difficult for this old man to keep up."
At this moment, Ye Qingyin checked the time, "Oh, I should go now."
"Aren't you staying here?" Yang Gang asked, curious.
Ye Qingyin shook her head. "No."
"Then let's go together. It's about time for me to leave too," said Yang Gang.