Suizi pulled two boxes out of her pocket and handed them over, containing the engagement gifts she had prepared for the kids.
"I haven't...." Yu Jingting whispered, in fact, he was still looking to act a bit pretentious.
But a decades-long fear of his wife was a brand etched into his bones, an instinct he couldn't ignore. Since his wife agreed, there was no way he could say otherwise, his face written with grievance.
"Bro, my sister-in-law hasn't even made a fuss about your street racing in Jiulong, are you sure you don't want to appease her now? Be careful she doesn't run away from home again."
A girl with a thick Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent and imperfect Mandarin stood beside Suizi, dressed in a red qipao adorned with large peonies.
This was Jinnan and Zhang De's daughter, smiling with the charm her mother had back in her day.
