Li Juntao recalled carefully, and there was no doubt it was true. Everyone knew of Yao asking his brother to dress as a mascot at the amusement park to propose to Shen Jiayin.
Yao lightly tugged at his wife's lowered cheeks with a finger: "Tell me honestly, was it me chasing you, or you chasing me?!"
Poor girl, punished by her husband in public, her mouth tugged into a noodle-like shape, wanting to cry without tears for her mistakes: "It was, it was you who chased me."
"And do you still think it was your heart that first had me, or my heart that first had you?"
Shen Jiayin's gaze froze.
