"Nianhua is only twenty years old," Xu Qinghe said, with eyes rounded in disbelief, he abruptly stopped walking and turned to look at Ji Ying with a face of displeasure.
Ji Ying was not afraid of him, and she corrected, "This September, Nianhua will be twenty-one."
"Even so, there's no rush. She's only a freshman, and it's not like we can't afford to keep her at home." The thought of his darling daughter who had been raised since childhood soon becoming someone else's wife and joining another family made Xu Qinghe's heart feel incredibly heavy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Ji Ying belatedly realized, she sized up Xu Qinghe and asked, "Can't bear to let her go?"
Xu Qinghe didn't admit it, nor did he deny it, but countered, "Can you bear it?"
