Qiao Lian observed what was going on downstairs mosily.
Tianyu's father had the surname Li, and his name was Mao. He had the looks of a typical Southern Chinese—rather fair and quite slim. One could tell from his features that he had been a very good-looking man in his youth, and even now he was an attractive uncle.
He was looking at Xia Yehua, grinning as he said, "Yehua, you said years ago that I should not look for you for six years, but now it's past that. Don't you think we should consider it?"
Xia Yehua had turned a bright scarlet and jumped right to her feet. "You- you- you old man, how old do you think you are and yet you are saying these shameless words?!"
She pointed a finger at him and continued, "What are you talking about? Six years?"
Looking hurt, Li Mao said, "Yehua, how can you deny it? Look, my hair has greyed and we've both grown old! What will I do if you don't marry me?"
Xia Yehua was speechless.