Jiang Zhong grinned and said, "You're not getting any younger; it's time to find you a husband!"
Jiang Xiaowei froze for a moment, then snapped back to reality and exclaimed, "I'm still young, Dad! Why are you so eager to find me a spouse?"
"Don't get worked up, I'm just saying. Oh, and in half a month, there's a martial arts gathering held by the Divine Sect. You'll bring Li Xiaobao to participate," Jiang Zhong said seriously.
"Huh? I have to take him? Why don't you ask someone else?" Jiang Xiaowei would rather not meet Li Xiaobao at all, even if he was her grandfather's rescuer. Every time she saw him, she remembered the stinging pain on her thigh. That jerk dared to slap her leg.
"You're the only one who knows him—who else could it be? Alright, go rest and stop bothering me!" Jiang Zhong hustled Jiang Xiaowei out.
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It's been over half a month since the new Dacheng Meat Plant was completed, yet its doors remain closed.
