"Uncle Wang, how old is your eldest daughter?" Yang Fan asked casually.
"She's turned eighteen this year, indeed a grown girl now," Uncle Wang replied with a laugh.
Yang Fan nodded, she indeed looked quite mature.
Whether it was because she was exposed to such things too early or not, when peers her age had just started fiddling with bras, Wang Zhaodi had apparently already moved on to larger sizes.
Although it was just a fleeting glance earlier, Yang Fan felt she must be at least a C cup.
"Fanzi, you don't have a partner yet, do you?" Uncle Wang suddenly glanced at Yang Fan and asked.
"Not yet."
Uncle Wang, revealing his uneven yellow and white teeth, suddenly suggested, "What do you think of my daughter? How about our two families becoming in-laws? This girl of mine doesn't seem cut out for academics, and there's really no hope for college. It might be better for her to marry off early."
