Zeng Yaozu was satisfied. "Can you marry Hongling?"
Yang Liulang didn't expect the old man to ask so directly. Mainly, he didn't know how to answer.
Agree? He really hadn't thought about this question. In his mind, there was only the first time he saw this little girl. She looked at him with terror, cried, and ran away, and never came to his house again.
Disagree? The relationship between the two families is evident; indeed, Zeng Hongling is quite a good girl.
"Mr. Zeng, I haven't considered this question. I thought Hongling wouldn't agree. After all, she was afraid of me as a child."
"Aren't you both grown up now? Besides, would you bully Hongling?"
"Of course not."
"Then isn't that settled? We know each other well, you two could be considered childhood sweethearts, and besides, you're not young anymore, you're quite a bit older than Hongling.
