When the term "marriage proposal" came up, the old lady's expression grew somewhat complicated.
Shu Yu was surprised, "Marriage proposal? For whom?"
She suddenly thought of the conversation she had overheard by the riverside while collecting grass carp, and then remembered there was a Pingning in Aunt Zhang's family. She immediately asked, "Could it be Zhao Xi?"
Outside the door, just as Zhao Xi hastened home, dusty from travel, he entered the courtyard and heard this astonishing conversation, his eyes bulging in disbelief, nearly losing his footing.
Marriage proposal? A proposal for him?
He turned his head, silently looking at Meng Yunzheng beside him. The latter raised his eyebrows, sized him up and down for a moment, and said softly, "At your age, it's indeed time to think about marriage. I've been remiss for not considering it, sorry."
Sorry my ass, who needs your apology?
With gritted teeth, Zhao Xi strode toward the living room.
