Chen Feng had spoken this much, and Wu Mengting knew she couldn't refuse to compromise. She took a deep breath and said, "We talked about this last time, I can give you a buffer period, three months, how about that? After we're engaged, I'll give you three months to break it off completely with them."
This move of retreating to advance left Chen Feng a bit speechless; he could only shamelessly say, "Three months is too short. I hope that after we get married, you let me slowly cut ties with them."
"Then tell me, when do we get married?" Wu Mengting asked, holding back her anger.
Chen Feng replied matter-of-factly, "At least when you're twenty-five."
"Won't that be two more years?"
"Two years isn't long at all."
"You'll be 32 in two years."
"But you'll only be 25 then. I can wait for you."
"...I don't need you to wait. I hope we can get married no later than May Day next year. My parents and your parents think the same."
