"Grand Commander, please let me explain!"
Meng Qianqian vowed earnestly, "In all the portraits Steward Cen gave me, mine wasn't included…"
Lu Yuan: "So you decided to sneak yours in?"
Meng Qianqian was rendered speechless.
Wait a minute, my portrait doesn't even have text on it—it clearly doesn't belong with the others. Grand Commander, open your discerning eyes; isn't this an obvious flaw?
Lu Yuan said casually, "Little Nine, who would have thought you harbored such feelings for me."
Meng Qianqian: "..."
Meng Qianqian raised two fingers: "I swear, Little Nine would never dare have inappropriate thoughts about the Grand Commander!"
Lu Yuan picked up the teacup on the table; the icy and dangerous aura instantly filled the entire room: "So, you're saying the words you just spoke were meant to toy with me?"
The words just spoken?
"You're certain that the people in those portraits willingly wish to marry me?"
