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Ah Liu turned to look at Chiang Xiao, "Did you promise him that yourself?"
Chiang Xiao stuck out her tongue and said, "Actually, I think it's okay to delay marriage for a few more years. After all, I'm only eighteen, so it's better to wait until I'm at least twenty to get married."
"Hmm, that's true. In the past, girls got married young, but what's good about early marriage? I actually think getting married at twenty-three or twenty-four is more appropriate." Ah Liu glanced at Meng Xinian: "Postponing the wedding is not a breach of promise."
Meng Xinian's face instantly darkened.
Twenty-three or twenty-four?
What a joke!
How many more years does he have to wait?
"I'll be twenty-five by New Year's, and if I wait for her to be twenty-three or twenty-four, I'll be almost thirty."
Ah Liu was surprised, "You're that much older than Little? Seven years? Then you're a bit old."
He looked at Meng Xinian with eyes full of disdain.
