Yang Ming placed his hands on the table, fingers interlocked, and with single eyelids, stared at Gu Xiaoer as he began, "Miss Gu, what do you do?"
"Mr. Yang, I am an architect." Gu Xiaoer felt very uncomfortable with the other party's scrutinizing and critical gaze, and politely restrained herself, waiting for him to continue.
Such a person, one could tell at the first glance that it was not going to work out.
It was only out of politeness that she did not stand up and leave right away.
"An architect?" Yang Ming's eyebrows furrowed, and he shifted into a position leaning back in his chair, looking up, "Then you must be very busy with your work, do you have time to take care of a family? Do you have time to look after children?"
"Ah?" Gu Xiaoer paused for a moment, somewhat unable to keep up with the rapid progression of his questions.
