Ye Sui was a bit surprised, his deep gaze sizing up the decorations at the entrance of the Fox Clan, indeed quite festive. He remembered the current Saintess Su Qiuqiu of the Fox Clan was over three hundred years old, past Saintesses would have been married with children by this age. Only Su Qiuqiu was too much of a face-obsessed dog, still single. The elderly grandmothers of the clan being anxious was understandable.
Ye Sui suddenly laughed, "Is that so? Why do I feel like you're lying to me?"
Ye Sui lifted his leg and walked inside. Su Qiuqiu, frustrated, hopped in pursuit, "I'm telling the truth. Don't go, ah ah ah—"
"I swear on finding a rotten man as my partner if I'm lying... Granny?"
Su Qiuqiu hadn't finished speaking before seeing their own grandmothers coming out, and suddenly felt like the world was bleak. It was over, over, there was no time to spare now.
