"I see that Xiao Jie and Ling'er get along quite well; these two children were born to be a pair," Zhen Jiangjun said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Nangong Yin managed a forced, unsightly smile on his stiff face while his wife, clear-sighted and gregarious, said with a laugh, "They're young after all, naturally, they have more in common than we do."
"Dad, when do they plan on holding their wedding?" Zhen Jie's father asked. Home affairs, big or small, were decided by Zhen Jiangjun. Knowing earlier would mean better preparations could be made.
At the mention of the wedding, Nangong Yin's hand, holding his wine glass, couldn't help shaking twice. Just as he was about to speak up to postpone the wedding, he heard Zhen Jiangjun say, "There's no better day than today; let's hold it tomorrow."
"Tomorrow!"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
