At this moment, Li Jiuyi, who was staring blankly at the lottery ticket, felt his anger rising.
How could that lousy ride-hailing driver manage to win her over with just a lottery ticket? Was he just that outstanding, or was she too foolish?
Such a low-end way of flirting, and yet Lin Yiren believed it was fate!
It seems it's time to put some pressure on Lin Yiren, or else she'll never learn how to behave.
In the afternoon, while Lin Yiren was at home sleeping, Chen Tian suddenly came by.
Lin Yiren stood at the door, refusing to move, not wanting him inside.
Lin Yiren: "President Chen, why are you here? Do you need something?"
Chen Tian took out a ring box from his pocket, opened it, and knelt on one knee, saying: "Yiren, you know I've always liked you. I've been waiting for you for over a year. Please accept my love for you. If you agree, I'll immediately give you the lottery jackpot money as a betrothal gift. Is that okay?"
