"Now that our daughter has grown up, I will tell her this, so you don't have to thank me."
"Hey, you're openly trying to sabotage our father-daughter relationship."
Luo Qiao laughed.
After entering the twelfth lunar month, Luo Qiao received a phone call from Tiong Qiufeng, "Hello, Luo Qiao, I'm getting married."
"Really? You're not going to run away at the last minute again, are you?"
"Not anymore. We fell in love at first sight. I think I couldn't find someone I liked because I was always waiting for him."
"Then let's find a time to meet. Let me check him out for you."
"As you command, how about tomorrow noon? We'll go and have some mutton hot pot. It's cold these days, so let's eat something warm."
"Okay, no problem, see you tomorrow."
