Little Xu Xixi fluttered her big eyes at the small chicken drumstick in the bowl, fumbling with both a spoon and chopsticks.
Xu's mother put down her chopsticks and suddenly broke the silence at the dinner table: "Yiyuan, you're no longer young. Xixi is still small and needs someone to care for her. Do you have any thoughts about a suitable girl?"
Hearing her name, Xu Xixi lifted her head for a glance, wondering if she was being addressed. Seeing her grandmother and father locked in tension, she lowered her head again and continued eating, utterly unaware of the subtle adult concerns in the air.
Xu Yiyuan elegantly finished the last bite of his meal, swallowed it down, and his deep, obsidian-like eyes flickered slightly: "Mom, I'm not in a rush. Let's wait until Fangfang's situation is settled, and then we can talk."
Each year, Xu's mother would bring up this topic, and every year, Xu Yiyuan used Yao Fangfang as an excuse.
The excuse never failed.
