"Huh?"
——A marriage meeting?
Being inexplicably called out and suddenly brought into the topic of a "marriage meeting," Aoto, like Kondo, widened his eyes and paused with his chopsticks in hand.
"Yong, you're already 26 years old." Zhouzhu cleared his throat again and spoke earnestly to Kondo, "When others were your age, they already had who knows how many children."
"Yet you're still single to this day."
"Your mother and I..." Zhouzhu laughed heartily, "both want to hold grandchildren."
"Look at us, your mother and I are already sixty-something with graying hair."
Zhouzhu raised his hand to point at his own gray hair.
"At our age, we could pass away any time... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhouzhu let out a scream — Abi, sitting next to him, reached out with her right thumb and forefinger to pinch a small piece of flesh on Zhouzhu's lower back, then twisted it hard.
"Stop saying such inauspicious things." Abi said coldly.
