Yu Minglang, who was still clinging, got sprayed with beer by Hai Zhao.
He disdainfully looked for a tissue to wipe, "You don't have something like foot-and-mouth disease that you could infect me with through droplet transmission, right?"
"Cough, cough!" Hai Zhao was still coughing.
After quite a while, he finally patted his chest.
"I almost choked to death, and if I die young, it'll be your fault—Yu Minglang, you didn't propose to her, yet you directly told her you're going to her house? And you're bringing your mom?"
This joke is definitely the best of the year!
He couldn't handle it anymore; he had to organize his thoughts and send a broadcast text. He had to send it to each of his friends, one by one; Hai Zhao was going to laugh himself silly.
Yu Minglang watched him laugh like a lunatic, eyebrows furrowing.
"Is it really that funny?"
He was quite serious; bringing his parents over, isn't that enough to show sincerity?
