Regaining her composure, Xuexue looked up and saw, under the dim light, a strong man with pockmarked face sitting there, looking very happy to see her come in.
"Who are you?"
Xuexue was inwardly startled. This scene had never occurred in her past life, but then again, in her previous life, she hadn't beaten Auntie Sun, hadn't disfigured her face, and naturally, there had been no retaliation.
"Auntie Sun introduced me, I am here for the arranged marriage."
"Don't talk nonsense. You're older than my father."
"These days as long as one has silver, being a bit older doesn't matter. In our village, there's a Wealthy Master who's eighty years old who married an eighteen-year-old concubine, and they're living happily together."
"Others are others, and I am me. Don't mess around, or I'll complain to The Prefect about you." Xuexue watched the man warily.
