Bai Zhi shivered slightly and let out a light hum, "I asked you to think about stuff from your youth, not about marriage."
"Isn't marriage something to think about now? When should we think about it, when we're old?"
Bai Zhi burst into laughter, straightened up, then stood up, took his hand, and said, "Let's keep strolling, what do you want to eat for dinner? How about we shop for groceries before heading back?"
Just as she finished speaking, Bai Zhi's phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number, and a landline at that.
Bai Zhi thought for a moment, then answered it.
To her surprise, it was Mrs. Duan, inviting them to dinner at her place that evening. Naturally, Bai Zhi wouldn't refuse.
After hanging up, Bai Zhi said, "Aunt wants us to go back to the old house for dinner."
"Then let's head back now, should we go home to get the car first?"
"No need, we can just take a taxi back."
"Alright."
