"In short, when your eyes are better, you should tie the knot. If you should marry, you should marry. There won't be any more delays." Li Junyan put the walking stick in his hand aside and sat down on the sofa. He said as if closing the case, "Feng Ling has been with you for so many years. When she was in her teens, she was by your side. You've also guarded her for more than ten years. Let's not talk about the things we old people did. In the future, you have to treat her well. You can't abandon her. If you dare to use your heart to chase her and abandon your wife and child after marrying her, the four of us will directly hit you to death with the walking stick. Do you believe it?"
Li Nanheng's expression changed from one of rubbing his face to one of rubbing his forehead. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I believe you, I believe you."