C171 Let's Get Married

Lu Qingzhu looked at her.

Her lips parted. "What do you mean?"

Yi Qing didn't reply immediately. She merely took a pair of chopsticks and scooped the noodles out of the wok.

Lu Qingzhu was in no hurry to question him, and only kept her eyes fixed on her every move.

He carried the noodles out of the kitchen calmly in the morning.

Lu Qingzhu's solemn gaze followed her