Zhou Liulang and Datou bowed their heads together.
Old Zhou, upon seeing his youngest son like this, was furious. He reached for his shoes, struggling to contain his temper.
Ms. Qian glanced at him and said, "There's no hurry with this matter. Let the children find out for themselves. If it doesn't work out, we'll just decide for them in a few years."
Ms. Qian looked at Zhou Liulang and asked, "Do you want to take a look for yourself, or should we decide for you at home?"
Facing his father, Zhou Liulang could joke and even escape, but he didn't dare to do the same with his mother. After weighing his options, he said, "I, I'd better take a look myself."
"You're reaching the age of adulthood. I'll give you three years. If you're still unwilling by then, I will pick a wife for you."
Zhou Liulang bowed his head in acknowledgment.
No one dared to give their opinion while Ms. Qian spoke. Over the years, her authority at home had grown increasingly stronger.
