Xia Xiaobing slammed her chopsticks on the oil dish: "That's our business, can you please stop rushing us?"

The aunt sighed, "I didn't pressure you. Unlike other parents who nag all the time, we only see you a few times a year, and you already find it annoying?"

Xia Xiaobing sneered, "Don't just talk about when we meet. What about when we talk on the phone? What about when we video chat? When have you ever not been urging me? I'm still far from thirty, what's there to urge me on?"

The aunt slapped her thigh and sighed, "If you wait until you're thirty to start urging them, it'll be too late! Don't you think so, Xiao Zhe?"

Lu Zhe, who was suddenly called out, looked innocent, but he was quick-witted and soon came up with a suitable explanation.

Lu Zhe said, "Auntie, don't worry. Xiaobing is a person with her own opinions. She has her own plans for the future and for life."

Xia Xiaobing nodded and gave him a thumbs up under the table.

The aunt thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "You two are really in sync... Good, that's great!"

Lu Zhe smiled, polite and composed.

The aunt then said, "Since we're so in sync, I can just urge you in the future! Xiao Zhe, what's your phone number?"

Now, Lu Zhe's smile faltered. He subconsciously glanced at the mature woman beside him.

The two exchanged glances. Although they didn't speak, their eyes conveyed the same message—their attempt to play the son-in-law seemed to have worked quite well, but perhaps a little too well.

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