When Ji Xiangyu's mother, Ren Miaomiao, hurried out, Ren Fangfang had just finished Gan Xiaomeng's call and was dialing his pager back.
Seeing her mother come out, Ji Xiangmin quickly gave her a meaningful look, then said, "Auntie just called Xiaomeng. She said he'll be here in a little while."
Ren Miaomiao looked at Ren Fangfang and said mildly, "Little Sister, didn't you just say Xiaomeng had something to do today and couldn't come?"
Ren Fangfang froze for a moment, thoroughly confused. "Older Sister, what do you mean by that? Zhao Meiwen's cousins have all come today, so why can't Xiangyu's cousin come?
"The moment I suggested Xiaomeng come join the fun, Xiaomin and Xiaoli looked down on him. Now even you're looking down on him? Are we still family or not?"
Ren Miaomiao calmly looked at Ren Fangfang and said, "Little Sister, I'm asking why Xiaomeng said he wasn't coming earlier, but now you're asking him to come.
"If you're only asking Xiaomeng to join the fun, then as his auntie, I must thank you. But if you want me to play matchmaker between Xiaomeng and Meiwen's cousin, then today's occasion isn't suitable."
"Why isn't it suitable?"
Ren Fangfang's face fell as she said unhappily, "Zhao Meiwen's grandmother just said those three girls all needed to get married as soon as possible. You've watched Xiaomeng grow up—you know him inside and out. He's a fine-looking talent, so why wouldn't he do?"
"..."
Ren Miaomiao nearly spat a mouthful of saliva in her younger sister's face.
It was precisely because she had watched him grow up that she felt Gan Xiaomeng wouldn't do.
He would not hold down a proper job, spending all day idling around with a pack of fair-weather friends, calling it "doing business."
Damn it, what kind