"Hehe, look what I wrote, Ye Weiwei."
"Oh my, aren't you bored?"
"What's so boring about it? You write too, write Han Shengjun."
"No way, your name is so hard to write, I won't write yours."
"Really? If you're not writing mine, then whose name are you going to write?"
"I'm not telling you. Hmph."
"Hey, Weiwei, you see, we're almost engaged, you—you wouldn't consider backing out at this point, would you?"
"Back out my foot, look, Han Shengjun, I've already written it."
"Well, you really did."
At the matchmaking event, these two were an odd match. They're already together, yet they're attending a matchmaking event.
But they did indeed receive invitations. After all, Han Shengjun held a notable position in the military district, and Ye Weiwei was included on the list because of her father's company and the connections from her uncle.
"Commander, oh my, I didn't expect you to really come."
"Yo, Lin Zhi, your Lin Family sure is grand."
