Jiang Mingyue had no idea that An Jian paused his hand holding the egg upon hearing this.
Then she heard a rather disapproving voice: "Ming Yue, we can only be brothers; don't daydream about anything else."
Jiang Mingyue was momentarily stunned, then she laughed, "Do you think you're better looking than Yan Jinzhi or something? Why would I pass on such a high-caliber person for you?" She sized him up, although the hazy and not very clear moonlight didn't reveal much, one must still have presence.
Where does your confidence come from?
An Jian felt that his brother's words were more choking than egg yolk, but who asked him to act this way first, anyway?
"Ahem, brother, I was presumptuous. I understand what you mean, but marriage is a double-edged sword. You only thought about me having a hot meal when I come home, but why didn't you think about how I have to hand over my paycheck? Why should the money I earn be spent by her?"
