Feng Yueya suddenly widened her eyes.
"Yun Shangyuan, you... you cradle-robber! You're already a man in his thirties, and you still insist on marrying me? You should be struck by lightning!" She jumped up furiously.
Cradle-robber...
A man in his thirties...
Yun Shangyuan was stunned, then burst out laughing.
"Stop laughing! Tell me right now, how old are you really!" Feng Yueya lunged at him, pretending to fiercely strangle his neck.
Stopping his laughter, Yun Shangyuan looked at her seriously and said solemnly,
"Yue Yaya, listen carefully. My age is... the sum of three thirties."
The sum of three thirties?
Three times three is nine, ninety years old?!
"Boom—" Lightning struck Feng Yueya, and she was scorched inside and out...
"You... you died at ninety years old?" Feng Yueya's hand trembled as she pointed at him.
"Yes," Yun Shangyuan said, smiling and winking.
Oh my God, ninety years old! He's practically grandfather material!
