Zhang Minghua raised an eyebrow, speaking in jest.
Aunt Qu clapped her hands, "Exactly, you've just spoken my heart!"
Zhang Minghua directed her gaze at her, her brow furrowed thoughtfully as her smile faded slightly, "My little girl is still young, my old man and I want to keep her for a few more years."
The smile on Aunt Qu's face paused as she laughed, "Yingzi must be twenty-one or twenty-two now? That's not so young; if there's a good match, you should go for it quickly. Wait another couple of years, and only the leftovers will be left."
What, twenty-one or twenty-two?
Is her Yingzi really that old?
Perhaps because she was used to thinking differently, Zhang Minghua found these words grating.
"My Yingzi isn't even twenty, where did you get the idea she's in her twenties?"
Aunt Qu, somewhat confused, looked at her and laughed again, "Close enough, close enough..."
Zhang Minghua's expression softened,
