"Forget it, no more talk; the gist is, you understand, and that's all that matters."
After Wang Jie finished saying this, Wang Xiaoyu immediately put on a stern face.
"What's with you, boy? Are you refusing the face I'm offering you? Asking for a beating, huh?"
"So what? I invited you over, and you sit there unhappy, pleased as punch, huh?"
At this point, Han Qingya and Zhao Xueying had already started looking over at Wang Jie, who had a pitiful look on his face, shaking his head and waving his hands about.
"That's not at all what I mean; don't start anything," he said.
"And you two, keep it down; we need to think this through."
Having said that, Wang Xiaoyu waved her hand dismissively.
"Enough of that, no need to harp on such a mess of things I had just gotten into with you."
"I'm asking you now, if you marry the daughter of the Li family from Jiang City, will you still come back to our old hangout?"