A proper twenty-seven.
Xie Shu's face darkened slightly, skipping all formalities, he directly said, "Does the Young Master know how old my daughter is? She is only sixteen years old."
Beside him, Mrs. Zheng hurriedly covered her slightly twitching lips with a handkerchief, feeling quite helpless.
Her husband's tone was as if some old geezer had taken a fancy to their daughter.
Yet the person standing in front of them was striking in appearance and dignified in demeanor, and his background in the Capital City was undeniably prestigious.
If one sets aside the age, he is definitely an excellent choice for a husband.
How could someone like him be regarded as so unworthy?
Pei Yuqing listened to his future father-in-law's borderline mockery, feeling increasingly embarrassed. Fortunately, he had come prepared; upon hearing this, he lifted his slightly bowed head gently.
Under Xie Shu and Mrs. Zheng's gaze, he reached out to lift his robe hem, and knelt down resolutely.
