Jane blushed at Yang Bo's words, but still greeted him politely. "Mister Yang Bo, it's been a while."
"I didn't expect to find you here at Peter's place."
Yang Bo rose from his chair and walked toward the door with a smile. "I just needed Peter's help with something. Since you're here, I'll get going before someone starts resenting me."
Just as he was about to leave the room, Jane stopped him. "Mister Yang Bo, I'm heading home now. You don't have to leave."
"Peter, I've reserved a ticket for you at the theater. You can come watch my performance."
Without paying any mind to Yang Bo, she wrapped her arms around Peter and planted a kiss on him.
Yang Bo: "..."
"I'll be off, then. Goodbye, Peter. Goodbye, Mister Yang Bo."
With that, Jane blushed and jogged down the stairs, leaving behind a lovestruck Peter and Yang Bo, who had just been subjected to their public display of affection.
Seeing Peter's hopeless expression, Yang Bo waved a hand in front of his eyes. "Hey, snap out of it."
"Ah, poor Peter, being played like a fiddle."
That line was from Tom and Jerry, and it suited Peter's current state quite well.
Peter came back to his senses and looked at Yang Bo, his face brimming with happiness. "Mister Yang Bo, do you think I should propose to Jane?"
Yang Bo had been about to sit back down, but Peter's words nearly made him stumble and fall.
"Are you serious?"
He pointed at the room's peeling walls and looked Peter in the eye. "You're planning to marry Jane and have her live somewhere like this?"
"Sir, I'm only talking about proposing."
Yang Bo shook his head. "You're not ready yet. Love without a material foundation is just a pile of