Just after speaking, Yousheng was glanced at by Xizeer, and he felt a bit cold all over. He hurriedly said, "Ah... um, um... I just remembered something, I haven't done my English homework yet, so I'll go do it now."
After saying that, Yousheng quickly ran upstairs.
Xizeer casually tossed the letter into the trash can and said, "An eleven or twelve-year-old little girl, Mom, are you interested?"
Ming Mei...
Alright, eleven or twelve is a bit young, but it's still better than having nothing at all, right?
Ming Mei wanted to say a few more words, but they were all blocked by Xizeer.
Ming Mei returned to her room disappointed: "I'm just worrying too much..."
Kang Chen hugged Ming Mei's waist and said somewhat ruefully, "You just mentioned a whole bunch of hopes, but, my dear wife, why did you mention everyone except me?"
"Don't you have any expectations for me?"
Ming Mei looked surprised: "Oh, did I really not mention you?"
