Jing Muchen felt a headache. It seemed that having a smart and mature son could be a little troublesome. He said sternly, "Yan Yan, you're just a child, and this is an adult matter. It doesn't concern you. Now, go home with your father!"
Jing Yanxi wasn't satisfied. "Where's the sense in that? Don't children grow up to be adults one day? Besides, if you marry her, I'll have to call her auntie. How can you say it doesn't concern me?"
Despite all the nonsense that came out of his mouth, the boy had a deadly serious look on his face. Seeing this, Jing Muchen rubbed his sore temples and asked, "So Yan Yan, you don't want her to be your aunt?"
Jing Yanxi nodded repeatedly.
"Why?" Oddly, this felt like it was the first time they ever talked.
