He wasn't wrong in what he said, Sicheng really did want to get married; a bunch of high-quality girls were lining up to be with him, and his kids were probably already on the way.
He just didn't want to get married, that was all.
However, someone challenged his words, "Marriage can happen at any time, but I really envy the captain and sister-in-law for their love that has grown from childhood, and that's something not everyone can have."
It was a boy in his twenties wearing a number seven jersey, looking youthful and fresh-faced.
Zhou Sicheng looked at the number seven youth, "What's there for a little brat to envy."
The number seven youth leaned on another young man's shoulder, joking back at Zhou Sicheng, "Vice-captain Zhou, you must be envious."
"I think you're getting cheeky."
Zhou Sicheng gritted his teeth and patted the young man's head with his hand.
Which caused everyone to burst into laughter.
