Qin Yu turned a blind eye to the lady’s heated gaze.

He did not want to look at it, could not look at it, and did not dare to look at it!

However, Rourou stopped in her tracks. She turned to look at Songtao Pavilion, expressionless.

“Young Master Qin, it looks like we’re fated.”

Qin Yu coughed lightly, “Of course we are, there’s no doubt about it.”

The corners of Rourou’s lips turned up, “Men are indeed so full of deceiving words.” She raised her hand and pointed, “Let’s go, we still have time now. Even though you guys cannot do much under everyone’s eyes, you can still say a few words.”

Qin Yu rubbed his temples, “Forget about it, I don’t want any more problems to arise.”

Rourou replied, “I am talking about serious business right now.”

Helpless, Qin Yu could only follow behind her as he saw her walking forward.

The three of them walked towards Songtao...