“Little brat, the people in the village that are as old as you have children running all over.” Tiezhu’s mother was instantly dissatisfied and she glared at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin touched his nose and said, “Mom, marriage is a huge thing. Give it a few years and I’ll bring one back for you. No need to rush right?”
Tiezhu’s father looked at his wife that still wanted to say something more so he lightly coughed and said, “I say, why are you worrying so blindly? Our Tiezhu is a saint, and what do you know about saints? Can the wife be an ordinary person? Tiezhu’s meaning is that he’s going to find a wife who’s a saint back home.”
Tiezhu’s mother’s tone was sluggish and she muttered, “What’s so good about a saint? You can’t return home in 5 years since you’re a saint. If my son has a saint as a wife, then they won’t even return in 10 years.”