Hua Chen teased: "Jiang Chuyun, Jiang Chuyun, how are you polite and upright? Oh~ you are not a cut sleeve, right?"
Jiang Chuyun said without changing his expression: "You know what you are asking, Ya Zheng is just what outsiders see. If you really love someone, Ya Zheng is just a bird flying in the sky."
Hua Chen looked at Jiang Chuyun with an evil smile, "You finally admitted that you like me. I have been waiting for your words for sixteen years."