Chen Feng's words left Zhao Xiaolan unable to refute, and she asked skeptically, "You're really not lying to me?"
"Of course I'm not lying to you," Chen Feng said with certainty, "Mom, this matter is absolutely true. Otherwise, I wouldn't think of delaying the engagement; after all, I really like Mengting."
"Aren't you afraid that after getting engaged, you'd lose your freedom and can't mess around with other women?" Zhao Xiaolan questioned again.
"Of course not." Chen Feng immediately denied, "Mengting is quite good. If she's truly willing to marry me, I'd be over the moon. But that fortune teller's prediction was so accurate, I can't help but believe it. If I really get engaged to her and my bad luck starts, maybe we won't last long. To be safe, it's better to delay a bit, preferably until I'm past 32. Nowadays, there are so many people getting married in their thirties, even if I get married at 33, it's not too late."
"Then why did you get married so early last time?"
