"You girl, do as you please." Seventh Uncle Ye looked at the contemplative Sang Qingqing: "Qingqing, I haven't been advising you on your affair, mainly because it feels awkward for an old man like me to utter saccharine words.
Today, I want to say to you earnestly, if you've thought it through and truly like him, then work hard with him. Time waits for no one—I am a prime example!"
Luo Ye nodded vigorously: "Time indeed waits for no one. Master still looks spry while Mistress genuinely looks old; a person who's only forty-five but looks like they're in their fifties. Master, you're really doing quite a number on people!"
"Alright, it's all my fault." Ye JiaPing checked the time: "If we don't leave now, we'll really be late. Xiao Xuan, you promised to follow through."
"I know, isn't it just to see you off." Ye Xuan made sure Luo Ye was propped up comfortably by the bed: "I'll be back soon."
