Wen Xuxu said firmly, "Even if I supervise my husband in the future, I won't leave you alone."
"Xuxu, let's talk about your husband then." Old Wen stretched his neck and looked at Xuxu with enthusiasm. His cloudy eyes were shining. "When will I get to carry my great-grandchild?"
This was the topic he was most interested in.
Wen Xuxu was speechless. "…"
Why was everyone around her so concerned about her lifelong happiness lately?
Was she really getting too old?
Why did she feel that her middle school, high school, and university days happened not too long ago?
But as she pondered, she realized it had been more than a year since she'd completed her postgraduate studies.
In a few more days, she would be 25 years old. Indeed, the time had arrived… to discuss about marriage. No wonder grandfather and the rest were so concerned about her.
Xuxu held her rice bowl and grew melancholic.
