"Hey, listen to you," Mrs. Xiao said cheerfully, "Go on, your uncle and aunt are listening."
"Yes, yes," when it came to his son's lifelong issues, Mr. Xiao couldn't afford to be embarrassed and quickly chimed in, "If there's anything, just say it. Sit down, we're all family, we can discuss anything."
Wen Ran pressed her lips together; she felt that her request was a bit presumptuous.
At least, right now, it was rather presumptuous.
"Here's the thing, I've built this house, and it would be a waste if we didn't live in it."
Indeed.
Mrs. Xiao agreed with Wen Ran.
The house Wen Ran built, although initially with adobe, was solidly made, with brand-new tiles laid on top.
Quite a few wedding houses weren't as good as this one.
"So, I was thinking, if I marry Xiao Chenye, could he come and live here with me?"
At these words, Mr. and Mrs. Xiao were both taken aback.
To people of this time, what Wen Ran said was quite shocking.
