"Yinju, since your Jitian and my Xiaoli are so good, why not...". "Wanxiang, what you said is exactly what I meant." Youmuli's mother, Wanxiang, and Jitian's mother, Yinju, looked at each other and smiled.
"Okay, eight years later, Ji Tian will marry my Xiaoli." "Eighteen years old? Isn't it too early?"
Yinju asked worriedly. "They can't poop. They will have grown up by then, right?" "Okay, that's settled then."