"When did the things Mom said stop counting?" Xu Nianhua glanced at him and said, "In a few days, Hongen will be back, and just like that, Hongen is old enough to get married."
"In a few more years, we'll be marrying off our daughters too." Pei Yicheng's gaze fell on the children; even the youngest, Tangtang, was already seven.
"Dad, Mom, don't wait for me—I won't get married until I'm at least thirty." Xu Ting piped up immediately. She never planned on marrying that early anyway.
Xu Nianhua and Pei Yicheng exchanged a glance but said nothing. When the time comes, do they really think she won't get married?
After the whole family finished eating hotpot, they bumped into Cheng Hao.
"Hao, what are you doing here?" Pei Yicheng raised his eyebrows. Over the years, their business had grown bigger and bigger, and Cheng Hao had matured a lot. Even in a plain white shirt and black trousers, he couldn't hide that aura of a successful man.
Xu Nianhua took the kids home first.
