Facing Zhang Huasheng's words, Liang Yu was both moved and at a loss.
She didn't know what to say, and even less did she want to face him.
But looking into Zhang Huasheng's eyes, Liang Yu knew that he was not joking.
For a moment, Liang Yu was slightly touched.
But soon, she returned to her usual self.
Suddenly, Cheng Huimin scoffed coldly beside her, the sound carrying a penetrating force and full of mockery.
Caught off guard, Zhang Huasheng also turned his head, giving Cheng Huimin a glance.
"You? Are you sure you can marry my Xiaoyu? I've heard that you were a playboy before, a butterfly flitting through flowers without a leaf sticking, having played with so many women, your reputation has long been rotten!"
Cheng Huimin didn't mince her words.
They had known about Zhang Huasheng's character from early on.
Their resistance was precisely because of his poor reputation outside.
This was a well-known fact.
