When Wei Dazhi got home and saw that Zhang Yu was in a very good mood—oh, no, more like there was nonstop noise coming from the third son's room—he looked at Zhang Yu in confusion.
"I took them to Old Bao's place to look at the house today." The original Zhang Yu would have hemmed and hawed and only mentioned the good parts; the current Zhang Yu, of course, told it all, every last detail.
Wei Dazhi's face instantly darkened. "Don't bother with them. They're almost thirty. In another ten-odd years they'll be in-laws themselves. Let's see how they behave then."
Walking to the door of Wei He and his wife's room, he said, "Old Third, you're an adult too. Now that you've found a place, then settle down and live your own life properly."
