"Sweetie, come downstairs. Mommy has something to tell you." Lan Jinglin (Fang Mulin's mother) called up the stairs.
"What is it?" A girl with messy hair and pajamas hurried down the stairs.
"Sit down. You need to keep your cool for what I'm about to say." A sly smile spread across the woman's face. (Fang Mulin's mother)
"Mrs. Lan Jinglin, please get to it. My time is precious," Fang Mulin said, her hair sticking out in every direction.
"Sweetie, do you remember Uncle Leng and Auntie Leng from when you were little? They lived right next door to us." Lan Jinglin (Fang Mulin's mother) looked at her tentatively.
"I remember. Get to the point," Fang Mulin said impatiently.
"Well, your dad and I arranged a childhood betrothal for you when you were little. The engagement ceremony is happening on the twenty-fifth of next month. Get ready." Lan Jinglin (Fang Mulin's mother) said it all in one breath, afraid her daughter might interrupt.
"What? Mommy, an engagement? You're just marrying your daughter off to a stranger like that?" Fang Mulin was instantly wide awake.
