"It's too early." Bob Ginger sat on the bed with a look of disbelief, complaining, "You're still so young, why are you in such a hurry to get married?"
"Isn't it above the legal age for marriage?" Mia Ginger replied dismissively.
"But," Bob looked at her with a sulk, "Ugh, I just can't accept it for some reason."
Mia couldn't help but chuckle softly, reaching out to ruffle his hair gently, saying in a soft voice, "What's so hard to accept? Brother Jackson treats me really well."
"He's eight years older than you, of course he has to treat you well." Bob snorted.
He glanced up, his gaze falling on Mia's neck, suddenly stunned, asking in disbelief, "Wouldn't it be true that you two are together?"
Mia had changed into an oversized T-shirt,
Upon hearing Bob's sudden question, her face turned red, she scolded, "Mind your own business, what are you asking such silly questions for, kid."
"Who's a kid?" Bob retorted dissatisfied, "I'm only a little over two years younger than you."
