Zhao Ting spread his hands, indicating indifference to Mudar.
Firstly, Zhao Xiaoshu is still young, and there's no rush for marriage.
Secondly, Zhao Xiaoshu's marriage matters, he truly has no say in them.
Even though his situation with Meng Yao is similar, Xiaoshu seems very dependent on Meng Yao.
"Let's not talk about this, I'm inviting the General for a drink," Mudar put his arm around Zhao Ting's shoulder, "It's a gift from my father-in-law, aged for thirty years. I've been reluctant to drink it, specially taking it out to share with the General."
Zhao Ting's eyes lit up. He wasn't a heavy drinker, but he liked savoring fine wine.
He couldn't miss out on a wine aged thirty years.
The two walked off, chatting and laughing.
Elsewhere.
Zhu Xianxian and Mudar, having been a couple for years, had an undeniable rapport.
At this moment, Zhu Xianxian was talking to Meng Yao about the kids.
