"Huh?"
Ming Lei Douluo was dumbfounded. Hadn't he been talking about himself and Qiuqiu?
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and help me get Qiuqiu's wedding arranged."
Seeing that Ming Lei Douluo hadn't followed, Nan Shuishui scolded him impatiently.
She didn't want her husband spending too much time with that brat. Qiuqiu had already said he was no good—vile and shameless to the extreme. She didn't want her husband led astray.
"Coming!"
Ming Lei Douluo hurried over at a trot, turning into a shameless yes-man.
"I wonder if I helped him or ruined him."
Looking at Ming Lei Douluo's thoroughly henpecked appearance, Yang Hao couldn't help sighing.
He was beyond saving!
"Had your fill of watching?"
He glanced toward one spot. He'd noticed long ago that Nan Qiuqiu was hiding there, peeking.
Caught, Nan Qiuqiu hurried off, flustered.
Ever since that night, she truly couldn't face that guy anymore. Whenever she saw him, she couldn't help recalling the battlefield she'd witnessed that night.
Tian Zhen had really screwed her over.
"You're almost thirty. What's there to be shy about?"
Yang Hao shook his head. She was nearly thirty and still had the heart of a blushing young girl.
"So you do remember we're all thirty."
A voice full of resentment rang out. Yang Hao turned around and met a pair of aggrieved eyes. It was Tang Ya.
Jiang Nannan stood beside her, looking a little bashful.
"What? You two getting pressured to marry, too?"
Yang Hao laughed. So they'd reached the age where people started hounding them about marriage.
"Hmph!"
Tang Ya gave a soft snort but didn't deny it.
Her parents had passed away long ago, but she was close with Jiang Nannan and got along well with her mother. Whenever Nannan's mother urged her to marry,