Yao Ye was feeling stifled and just about to turn back to correct the two elders. The person who followed him in spoke up, and this time, without the initial stutter, said: "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm twenty-seven today, and I'm a leftover woman."
Old Man Yao and Grandma Yao were instantly dumbfounded.
It wasn't the term "leftover woman" that shocked them, but how adorable this child was, and so honest, with a purity like white paper.
"I like this girl," Grandma Yao said happily, holding Shen Jiayin's hand and smiling with squinted eyes, "I think she's no worse than the women Ziye has met before."
What is this all about? Yao Ye was shocked. Isn't his grandma usually not very articulate? How could she get confused at a crucial moment today and said he had many women?!
Old Man Yao had to tug at his wife's clothes to remind her.
Grandma Yao glared at the two of them in irritation: "Did I say anything wrong? Hasn't Ziye been dumped by women a few times before?"
