It was not that Xie Ming Feng hated Lin Lang Xiu, it was just that he didn't have the heart to talk about love yet.
"Ms. Lin is also a good lady. She treats people with sincerity and has an honest temperament. Ming Feng, you might as well consider it." Yang Yiting took Meng Yuan's arm and said with a smile to the embarrassed Xie Ming Feng.
Although in her eyes, Xie Ming Feng and Xie Yao were still children, they were both seventeen years old this year. In this era, it was indeed time to marry a wife or a husband. Someone like Xie Ming Yu who had not married in his late thirties was really an anomaly.
Seeing that he had suddenly become the target of public criticism, Xie Ming Feng glared at Xie Ming Yu resentfully. He knew that his eldest brother was not easy to mess with. On the surface, he looked gentle and refined, but he was actually extremely treacherous on the inside. In short, he couldn't fight.
