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After the proposal that day, Sang Qiao often found it hard to concentrate while sitting in her office, her gaze unconsciously drifting toward the box containing the diamond ring.
For the first time, she experienced an emotion called: not knowing what to do.
So much so that when Meng Jiahe knocked several times, she didn't respond until the door was pushed open.
"Qiaoqiao, I knocked several times, why didn't you respond? I thought something might have happened."
"I didn't hear, what's up?" Sang Qiao shifted her gaze from the ring box.
Meng Jiahe naturally noticed Qiaoqiao's previous focus and looked at her with a suggestive expression, "Still worried? You could totally wear the ring now."
Sang Qiao raised her eyelids to look at Meng Jiahe.
Meng Jiahe chuckled, pulled over a stool, and sat next to Sang Qiao's sofa chair.
