"You're getting married?" Wei Nanfeng and Mo Lian both turned to look at the bewildered Baili Xi.
Baili Xi had yet to recover from his ecstatic joy of "receiving two level-13 mystic breakthrough pills" when he was plunged into the stupefaction of "getting married."
How come he did not know when he was going to get married?
By now, the little stoic had pattered up to him and reached up to pat Baili Xi's shoulder. "Xiao Mi is quite good. You're an icicle face who doesn't like talking, while Xiao Mi is chatty all day, so you won't get depressed in the future. You two just so happen to complement each other. Treat her well."
The three men present: …
"Pfft." Wei Nanfeng let out an untimely laugh.
The little stoic promptly swept him a disdainful glance. "What do you, someone without a wife, know? Yet you still have the cheek to laugh at other people. Just stay a bachelor your whole life!"
Wei Nanfeng: …
