It was not that Xie Mingfeng hates Lin Langxiu, it's just that he didn't have the heart to talk about love yet.
"Ms. Lin is also a good girl. She treats people with sincerity and has an honest temperament. Mingfeng might as well consider it." Zhao Ling took Meng Yuan's arm and said with a smile to the embarrassed Xie Mingfeng.
Although in her eyes, Xie Mingfeng and Xie Yao were still children, but they were both seventeen years old this year. In this era, it was indeed time to marry a wife or a person. Someone like Xie Mingyu who has not married in his late thirties is really an anomaly.
Seeing that he had suddenly become the target of public criticism, Xie Mingfeng glared at Xie Mingyu resentfully. He knew that his eldest brother was not easy to mess with. On the surface, he looked gentle and refined, but he was actually extremely treacherous on the inside. In short, he couldn't fight.
