Bick had no idea that the boy in front of him, who seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, was actually approaching forty, and was even a few years older than himself!
Tang Ye's outward appearance deceived him!
A long silence fell between the two. After an indefinite amount of time, Bick finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a few laughs to ease the awkwardness: "Ha-ha, maybe... I was being too presumptuous..."
As he spoke, there was a clear note of displeasure in Bick's words. No man would be happy to have his daughter's worth denied by someone else.
"Sorry, I have no intention of getting married. I hope you don't take offense."
"No worries, no worries..." Bick waved his hand dismissively, when his wife came out with several plates of food and put them on the table. She turned to Bick and said something in the local language, and Bick quickly translated it for Tang Ye: "Dinner will be ready soon."
"Thank you."
