"Sijia and Shioming are within the same age bracket. I think they will get along well".
Qin Shioming's aunt, Madam Peng's gaze swept to Qin Shioming's expressionless face, he looked quite amusing. She threw back her head and burst into laughter.
Old Madam Qin narrowed her eyes at her second daughter and pressed her lips into a thin line. It took Uncle Hu's discreet clearing of throat to put an end to the irritating laughter.
"Miss Wang is here, Ma'am," the steward said.
Qin Shioming sighed, leaned to the right, and gently massaged between his eyes. He had no intention of playing old madam's games.
It did not matter that he had specifically told her not to try to match him up with anyone since old Madam Qin had no plans to respect his wishes.
He ran hus tongue through his teeth as a soft melodic voice said,
"Happy Birthday, Grandaunt".
