"Uncle, I know you're in a hurry, but don't be so hasty."
Seeing how impatient he was, Mo Shang could not help feeling a little helpless. Just how badly did he want his daughter married off?
"Can I not be anxious? That girl is nearly a thousand years old and still doesn't have anyone she likes."
"She even went off to cultivate the Heartless Dao. I'm so worried my hair's been falling out..." Shen Wushuang waved a hand and spoke again.
Hearing that, Mo Shang looked at the top of his head and found that his hair really was somewhat sparse. He clearly lost hair often.
For a top-tier powerhouse capable of regrowing severed limbs and being reborn from a single drop of blood to worry himself bald—no exaggeration, he really was worried sick...
"Uh, aren't you going to ask what kind of person he is?" Mo Shang asked again, looking astonished.
"Is he a man?" Shen Wushuang pondered slightly before asking.
"Of course he's a man..."
Mo Shang froze. He had said son-in-law—could he possibly be a woman? What kind of question was that?
"Then that's fine! Come on, come on, take me to meet him!" Shen Wushuang nodded in satisfaction and urged impatiently.
"No need to rush. They've already met, so let them talk first..." Mo Shang found his impatience both amusing and exasperating.
"What! They're already talking? Has that girl finally come to her senses?"
At those words, Shen Wushuang's face immediately lit up with wild joy. He thanked Mo Shang excitedly.
"Good nephew, you've done your old uncle a huge favor! If you weren't my nephew, I'd definitely kowtow to you."
"Uncle, there's really no need to be so dramatic. We're family—it's only right, only right..."
Mo Shang could not help breaking into a cold sweat.