Owen Moreland had barely returned to his seat when Madam Moreland couldn't wait to grill him, "Who's that girl? You're so protective of her, what's your relationship? Do you like her?"
She clicked her tongue and continued, "She's quite young, only in her twenties, right? You're already thirty-four, a good decade and more older than her. I wonder if her parents would approve of an old man like you..."
As she spoke, she suddenly burst out, "I told you to get married early, but you just wouldn't listen. Now look at you, grown so old, it's even harder to find a wife!"
Owen Moreland: "..."
