"Ah, right, my dear nephew."
Chu Gen's furrowed brows relaxed, his face breaking into a joyful smile.
"I knew it. We'll have a good look when the time comes. Sun Yulan is a beauty famous for miles around, and she's not much older than you."
Chu Gen was so delighted that he started talking while grabbing Chu Dazhuang's arm.
But his grip didn't budge him.
Chu Dazhuang was like an ox by comparison; next to him, Chu Gen seemed as skinny as a chicken.
After one fruitless attempt at moving him, Chu Gen let go with a sheepish laugh, chuckled twice, and seeing Chu Dazhuang hadn't moved, he glanced at Xu Fengjiao as if for help.
"Oh dear, Dazhuang,"
Upon catching the glance, Xu Fengjiao hurriedly stepped forward.
"They've all arrived, still in the other room, hurry and have a look."
"Exactly, exactly."
Chu Gen and Xu Fengjiao encouraged in turn, laughing as they spoke, their eyes filled with urgency.
Chu Dazhuang stood in the background and humphed softly.