"She told me that as long as you agree, there won't be any problem on her end. Anyway, in two years, she'll only be 25, which isn't considered old."
Zhao Xiaolan emphasized, "But you'll be 32 in two years."
Chen Feng laughed, "I'm a man, not a woman. Getting married at 32 isn't considered late for a man nowadays."
"Did Mengting really say that? As long as I agree to delay the wedding, she's on board too?"
"Of course she did. Mom, can't you trust your son a bit more?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that with your current track record, your credibility with me isn't very high."
Chen Feng felt deeply hurt, but couldn't refute, so he said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Mengting yourself later."
"Alright, later on, at noon, I'll go ask her."
"Mom, so do you agree to postpone the wedding?"
