"What are you thinking about? If you like it, chase it. If you can't catch it, use a sack." Guan Xi's tone became increasingly sharp.
With a thoughtful face, he nodded his head as if he was enlightened. He opened WeChat and tapped the screen, "Hello Yang Yuanchen, what color sack do you like?"
Yang Yuanchen, who was waiting for someone's milk tea in front of the counter, looked at the woman in the distance who was staring at him with malicious eyes. He slowly typed "?", Walked closer and said, "Dear Miss Rong, didn't you catch me?"
Intention: Live well and leave matters of love to God.