Bai Qingzhu still had a smile on her face.
When Bai Yumiao left, Xiao Lijin looked worried: "Isn't my daughter a bit too pretty?"
"You're something, stop showing off."
Don't think she didn't know what he was thinking. People say he's whipped, but in Bai Qingzhu's view, he's really just a daughter fanatic. Bai Yumiao is right, they should really have a boy, otherwise, having two daughters would worry him to death every single day.
"Thankfully, in Grandpa's generation, they didn't arrange a marriage for Miaomiao, or I'm sure you would have gone and called it off already," Bai Qingzhu said helplessly.
"Of course, they didn't even consider, whose daughter would dare marry? Do they have a death wish?"
Bai Yumiao said sadly, "I always felt like I might never get married in this lifetime."
"What are you saying?" Xiao Lijin seemed to hear and got a little riled up.
