Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao didn't look at him and simply said, "Give it to me."
Niu Er was like a piece of sticky candy, coming to the shop every few days. He didn't really do anything, just sat with his legs crossed.
"I won't give it without some benefit. I came to deliver a letter for you early in the morning and haven't even had breakfast," Niu Er, familiar as ever, found a spot to sit down and motioned for Lin Qiao to bring him something to eat.
Lin Qiao asked Mrs. Wang Tan to bring him a bowl of noodles. "Give me the letter."
Niu Er glanced at her and gave a cheeky smile. He then took it out and handed it to her, slickly saying, "I've even warmed the letter for you. When will you marry me?"
Lin Qiao expressionlessly rolled her eyes at him, then went upstairs, opened the envelope, and soon managed to hide a trace of joy on her face.
Li Guifen, who followed closely, asked anxiously, "What did Tingfan say? Is he doing well? When will he be back?"
