"You're overthinking this." Wong Yangming placed his textbooks and glasses on the bedside table, continuing to persuade his wife: "These matters depend on mutual consent. The man is single, the woman is single, and a ten-year age gap isn't an irreconcilable conflict."
Gao Wenlan asked, "Aren't you surprised at all?"
"What's there to be surprised about? At the end of the day, it's just the same old thing."
Compared to his panicky wife, Wong Yangming was calm: "Back then, when Bai Yan first brought someone home, I just felt that he treated that girl differently, not the kind of relationship you're thinking of. If they have one now, it's been for the past half year."
Upon saying this, Wong Yangming sighed lightly: "Bai Yan is quite upright; he wouldn't bully a young girl. You worry about her being wronged—I worry about Bai Yan being misled by her."
"What on earth are you saying?"
