As soon as Ann Chapman's car drove through the gate, Mrs. Chapman came out to greet her, "So, how did it go? What did the Morelands say? Did they agree? When can we meet to discuss your and Mia's wedding?"
Ann took the car keys out and got out of the car, chuckling, "Grandma, you overestimate your grandson's charm. They think he's too old."
"No matter how old you are, are you older than Owen? He's two years older than you and married a girl as young as Mia. Why didn't they think their grandson was too old then? This is an outrageous double standard! I'm calling them right now to have a word!"
"Hey, Grandma..." But the old lady was already speeding away like the wind, and Ann could only shake her head helplessly. Thinking of the Morelands' attitude, his eyes grew pensive.
"Hmph, you don't agree? Well, I don't agree either. Our Ann is good-looking and successful, and there are tons of girls who want to marry him. Who cares for your girl!"
