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After hearing what Sister Xiao Li said, Mo Jihua was stunned for a moment before returning to a normal expression.
"Right, I'm already getting on in years. How could I not get married? My parents are nearly dying of anxiety. I even came back recently just for matchmaking. I might get very busy soon, and if I meet the right one, I may just go ahead and get a marriage certificate, right?"
Sister Xiao Li painted herself as very pitiable, and seeing her like that, it seemed Mo Jihua had made up his mind as well.
"Though you're getting married, you'd better put in some effort with your husband, pick carefully, and don't end up with any damaged goods," he said.
"I actually have picked someone out. It's just that I don't know if that person is willing."
"Who could possibly have won Miss Li's favor? How could he not want to? If he doesn't, I'll go beat him up for you."
Mo Jihua took a sip of the drink from his glass and then chatted idly with Sister Xiao Li.
