"Wow, this is just ridiculously funny!" Nie Xiaoxun exclaimed in an annoyed fury, even adopting a Taiwanese accent, "It's clearly your sinister plotting, and yet you're still emitting sparks from behind those glasses, trying to seduce me!"
Gu Yichen just shrugged without giving an affirmative or negative response.
Bowing his head, he focused single-mindedly on the food he was preparing.
But the annoyingly over-the-top air of competence he exuded was enough to nearly make Nie Xiaoxun's blood boil.
"Hmph!"
She turned and stormed off to the living room, where she slammed Gu Yichen's suit jacket down onto the sofa with great force.
If her ideal man hadn't been present, she would have definitely jumped up and trampled it fervently, to vent her frustrations.
Mommy Nie went joyfully into the kitchen to assist her future son-in-law, while Nie Xiaoxun sat next to Mu Anran, defeated, with a hollow look in her eyes, "Ah, why am I so cursed!"
