While speaking, Zhao Jiancheng controlled the lotus leaf he was standing on to slowly glide towards the girl with number twenty-eight.
"Good——" Someone in the group of boys yelled out loud, followed by a chorus of praise and enthusiastic whistling.
Zhao Jiancheng did not back down, even though the other person might not be a suitable partner. He chose to bravely face the situation. Most importantly, he also promised to treat the other person well and sincerely try to like them. He kept his promise and also maintained the men's honor.
The two lotus leaves gently touched each other, Zhao Jiancheng extended his right hand, his eyes now calm and even with a hint of relieved liberation.
As his right hand reached out to her, the girl with number twenty-eight slightly lowered her head, silent.
From a distance, Zheng Longjiang teased, "According to the rules, number twenty-eight girl, you are now Zhao senior's person. You can take off your veils and bamboo hats."
