Even if she were a prophet, Xu Changqing wouldn't dare make a wild guess this time. The previous matter had clues to follow, but the range of possible answers for this new question was far too wide.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion—one that even the Bai family's old matchmaker was involved in. It wouldn't be right to just start randomly naming girls based on imagination.
"I can't guess. If you told me it was Brother Gangzi or one of the guys around my age who'd found someone, and it was a girl I knew, I might be able to get one or two right."
"That's true." Xu Dahua nodded. "Your cousin is several years older than you." If it had been Bai Mi, who was two years older, she might have been able to guess.
Xu Dahua glanced around again. It was dark, and there was definitely no one nearby. Besides, the only thing left for this marriage was for Auntie Qi to pick an auspicious date.
