Time flew by, and Beitang Tingxue was already twenty-one.
However, Beitang Tingxue looked young, petite, and didn't seem much different from her teenage photos.
"Twenty-one is still a young girl!" Ye Xingbei was displeased, "Who says twenty-one isn't a young girl? Twenty-one is just starting university, right? As long as you haven't graduated, you're still a young girl!"
"Well, you're not," Gu Junzhu reached out to wrap his arm around her shoulders and chuckled, "You've graduated and have a five-year-old son. Who's the young girl? Not you!"
Ye Xingbei glared at him, "…Gu, Jun, Zhu!"
"Alright," Gu Junzhu stopped laughing, looking serious, "My wife is right, twenty-one is definitely a young girl, youth unbeatable, even more tender than budding flowers! Is that okay now?"
"Get lost!" Ye Xingbei gave him a push, and seeing Beitang Tingxue get out of the car, she quickly took a few steps forward to support her.
