Mrs. Yin spat at Mister Yin Rong and retorted, " "Nonsense, I've never heard of anyone directly carrying a person home after giving the betrothal gift. Are we bandits? Which family's young lady did he take a fancy to and directly carried her up the mountain?"
Mister Yin Rong laughed when he heard that. I wanted to do this back then. Otherwise, things might change if I delay. If you cooperated with me back then, Zhan 'er might be more than thirty-five years old now. The things I didn't do back then, it doesn't matter if my son is better than me. "
Madam Yin was rendered speechless by Mister Yin Rong's overbearing personality. She pointed at his chest."You still have the nerve to mention that year's Zhenzhen?"
Before she could finish, Mr. Yin Rong pulled her into his embrace and pressed a kiss on her face. Mrs. Yin quieted down instantly and punched her. "Old man, don't stop!"