"Hmm, Uncle Meng, I'm not even of legal marriage age yet, so isn't it a bit too early for Fei'er and me? Also, I don't have many relatives, just a master I depend on for survival."
Marrying? Meng Feier, overhearing this conversation, was simply speechless. Who said anything about marrying you? Talk about wishful thinking. Humph, so full of yourself. And what did this jerk just call me? Fei'er is something you can call me? So affectionate, as if he doesn't consider himself an outsider at all.
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhaozhang burst into hearty laughter, "The young man is quite amusing. It's alright, when you reach the right age, it's not too late to discuss marriage with Fei'er."
Meng Feier's cheeks turned peach-red in an instant, "Father, I've only met him twice."
"Fei'er, you and this young man are a match made in heaven, I see nothing wrong with him."
"Uncle Meng is too kind."
But in Li Fei's heart, he wanted to say, it's really Uncle Meng who has the keen eye for talent!
