A gentle breeze blew by.
The bamboo leaves in the backyard swayed lightly, making a rustling sound.
At this moment, Ouyang Tiezhu crossed through the courtyard gate, and upon seeing Shen Qing, he happily hurried over, saying, "Junior Brother, it's perfect that you're here. I've found out about a few more girls. Would you like to take a look?"
Shen Qing sighed helplessly.
He didn't understand why Ouyang Tiezhu had suddenly become so concerned about his marital prospects, collecting a few girls for him every now and then.
No idea where he got all this information.
Shen Qing didn't oppose the idea of marriage.
For men and women, marriage was an age-old tradition, uncontroversial.
But getting married shouldn't be random. It had to be with someone he could connect with.
Otherwise, marrying an unworthy wife would cause endless trouble, better to remain single.