Meng Xinian's face had already turned darker than the bottom of a pot.
How preposterous!
First, they said he was twenty-five, then they outright tried to steal his corner by wanting to take Chiang Xiaoxiao back to their house to meet their grandson!
That Tang Qing kid, seventeen years old, still wet behind the ears!
He really couldn't believe Chiang Xiaoxiao would take a fancy to him!
Chiang Xiao held back her laughter throughout, watching Meng Xinian's face black as an inkstone, the more she thought about it, the funnier it became. She knew just how much Meng Xinian minded the age difference issue, and yet here it was being brought up everywhere.
"Grandpa Tang, Chiang Xiao is my fiancée," Meng Xinian said, gritting his teeth to suppress the urge to explode.
Old Tang was dismissive, "Xiao Chiang is how old now? Still a child, what does betrothal count for? You can't do anything."
"Pfft." Chiang Xiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
