"Bro, bro, bro, how do you feel about Sister Congrong?" On the way back, Luo Qianqian immediately claimed the passenger seat without a trace of hesitation, her face full of curiosity.
Luo Yanwu's cheeks flushed slightly, and he murmured a low "Hmm."
"What does 'hmm' mean? It's just us siblings here, I'm not great-aunt, why so coy?" Luo Qianqian wasn't satisfied with Luo Yanwu's response, and pouted, "If you're like this, I won't let Nuannuan ask Sister Congrong what she thinks."
"No, no, no." Luo Yanwu quickly interjected, "She's really nice, attractive, gentle, and carries herself well—definitely meets my mom's criteria for a daughter-in-law." He hesitated a bit, then lowered his voice, "I really like her." His face glowed red, not very noticeable on his dark complexion, but still easily discernible.
Luo Qianqian's lips curled into a smirk—heh heh heh—she knew it.
