"Nianhua is only twenty years old." Xu Qinghe's eyes widened, and he simply stopped walking, looking at Ji Ying with a face full of displeasure.
Ji Ying wasn't the least bit scared of him. She corrected, "This September, Nianhua will turn twenty-one."
"Even so, there's no rush. She's only a freshman, and it's not like our family can't afford to support her." Whenever Xu Qinghe thought about his cherished daughter he'd raised since she was a child, and that soon—in a few years—she'd become someone else's wife and marry into another family, he just felt suffocated inside.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Ji Ying suddenly realized what was going on, and she sized up Xu Qinghe, asking, "Getting reluctant now?"
Xu Qinghe neither admitted nor denied it. He shot back, "Are you saying you're not?"
