"Already in his early thirties? Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Your Cunyu, whether by the solar calendar or the lunar calendar, is already thirty-two years old! I remember very clearly, he's the same age as Nancheng, right Nancheng?"
An innocent Lu Nancheng's brow twitched.
Listening to a room full of old ladies chatting, each expressing their own opinion, frankly speaking, it was quite headache-inducing.
"What do you know? These days, it's all about older men, the trend is uncles! Take Wu Wanqian for example: look how popular he is. Did you watch the Spring Festival Gala yesterday? He went up there and performed a poetry recitation!"
"Fresh young meat is better. My Asheng is fresh young meat. Your Cunyu is too old..."
"Well, my family still has Chengyan and Yuting!"
"Nope, those two aren't as handsome as my Asheng..."
