Zheng Haoyu listened as the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. He didn't want to engage further in this entanglement with Luo Yuqi, "Okay, okay, I won't talk about this anymore. You deal with it yourself. You've been avoiding it for so many years, it's about time to face it."
"Face it..."
Luo Yuqi didn't finish his sentence, but Zheng Haoyu knew it would have been a curse. Straightforwardly, he said, "You're so eager to arrange Luo Yuming's wedding, why don't you consider your own marriage?"
"I..." An unintentionally intentful comment struck Luo Yuqi to his heart again. It felt like two arrows were thrust into his heart with a thump. In the end, all he could manage was, "Mind your own business. It's late where you are, you should rest. Lastly, let me add, you really are a poor choice for conversation."