In his old age, Yu Shaoqing had also looked forward to love.
At that time, he was 15 years old.
But now, he was already 33 years old.
Cen Shaoqing looked at Yu Shaoqing. “That’s because you haven’t met the right person.”
“Do you think you’ve met the right person?”Yu Shaoqing asked.
“Yes.”Cen Shaoqing nodded slightly.
Yu Shaoqing looked at Cen Shaoqing. “Zixu, you’re not like you anymore.”
Cen Shaoqing’s thin lips parted slightly. “I have always been me.”
Yu Luonian frowned slightly. He was a little curious about what Cen Shaoqing’s little girlfriend looked like.
“Your little girlfriend is very beautiful?”Yu Luonian continued to ask.
“Yes.”Cen Shaoqing nodded slightly.
Yu Luonian reminded him, “Beautiful women can lie. They are like roses, with Thorns.”
“Your sister-in-law can’t,”Cen Shaoqing said.
“My sister-in-law?”Yu Luonian looked at Cen Shaoqing in surprise.
Cen Shaoqing twirled the Buddhist beads. “Isn’t my fiancée your sister-in-law?”