Su Chengxuan looked at Su Jingyu as if she were an alien, then reached out and touched her forehead, "You're not running a fever, are you?"
Su Jingyu pushed his hand away and glared at him, "You're not that young anymore, you can't leave the family line hanging, can you? Don't worry, I'll have the money ready for your wedding."
Su Guohua came out and nodded, "This time your elder sister is right, the house is already renovated. When you get married, if the girl doesn't want to live with us, you two can live there on your own."
The money for that house came from selling the small villa.
"Su Jingyu, that money's rightfully yours, you should keep it yourself. If the girl doesn't want to live with us because I don't have a house, I wouldn't marry her even if you offered a king-size bed."
In fact, Su Chengxuan had never thought about marriage.
When Mom was alive, the expenses were high, and basically all his salary was spent on making up for that.
