Li Changle watched Wang Siyi walk away, as if she hadn't even seen him.
She didn't even say goodbye before heading back to her room, leaving him here with Wang Weimin and He Shumin.
At first, he'd wondered whether he should ask Wang Siyi to help him out—at the very least, to save him from sitting here feeling so awkward.
But before he could say anything, she'd left, and she'd looked furious as she went.
He Shumin and Wang Weimin exchanged a glance and shook their heads.
From the look in each other's eyes, they could tell they were thinking the same thing: Li Changle was hopeless when it came to romance.
Their daughter liked him. It was so obvious that the whole world knew it, except for him. And he still acted as if he were completely innocent.
They knew their daughter well. This time, she was genuinely angry.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt He, what's wrong with Siyi?"
Li Changle looked up at them in bewilderment and asked.
You little brat, and you still have the nerve to ask? You're the one who caused all this trouble.
Wang Weimin was furious. How could someone be so dense? Could this guy really become his future son-in-law?
"We're not quite sure either. Why don't you go talk to her? Her room is the first one on the left on the second floor. You'll see it as soon as you go up. Go on, Changle. Your Uncle Wang and I can clean up here."
He Shumin smiled as she spoke to Li Changle.
She thought Li Changle was a pretty good guy. He might be a little dense, but it was clear that he cared about her daughter.
Maybe he didn't even realize that he liked her.
Young people should work things out