Zhou Xiangqun looked at the other's impeccable posture from behind. "Thank you for your concern. When I return home, I will surely inform the Matriarch of your repeated inquiries."
Min Wenting felt that he was impervious to persuasion.
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Xiangqun muttered as if talking in his sleep, "Why do I feel like you want to pull me into becoming a son-in-law of the Song Family alongside you?"
The only son-in-law of the Song Family was Min Wenting. This time, his sights were set on Zhou Xiangqun. Zhou Xiangqun always felt that it was this person in front of him who was secretly matchmaking.
Min Wenting turned and glared at him. "I must be a little touched in the head. Why do all the young men I fancy not want to get married? Tomorrow's the weekend; everyone come to my house to play chess."
Zhou Xiangqun refused outright. "Apologies, Mr. Wenting, but I happen to have made plans with Comrade Chen next door to go bait fishing."
