Jiaojiao, thinking about having nine brothers and two sworn brothers, couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"What are you sighing for at such a young age?" Ruan Hao asked with amusement.
Jiaojiao looked at him wistfully: "Big brother, what if your future wife doesn't like me?"
Jiaojiao would never admit it, but she was indeed a bit jealous. Her big brother, so good, and who knows which lucky girl would get to marry him.
"Nonsense," Ruan Hao frowned, his expression unusually serious, "No one could dislike you."
"I'm not RMB, how could everyone possibly like me?"
"..." Ruan Hao was silent for two seconds, then reached out to ruffle her hair, "Then big brother won't get married, how about that?"
As it stood, Ruan Hao indeed had no intention of getting married. Before drawing lots, he thought of following the family's wishes, getting married to someone, and spending a respectful life together.
