"Watt, you're already in your late twenties. It's time to consider marriage. Is there a girl you fancy, or do you have a preferred type? You can tell Grandpa," Old Master Winslow said to Watt with an extremely kind gaze.
It was clear that he didn't have a trace of criticism for Watt.
His words were actually probing.
Anyone sensible could understand the implication behind his question.
If Watt said he didn't like anyone, the next thing the old master would say would probably be to pair him with Lily.
Lily stood obediently beside him, subtly observing Watt's reaction.
Summer Sutton was also watching the scene, her eyebrows slightly raised, suddenly curious about how Watt would respond.
Watt was a smart person. Anyone could see what Old Master Winslow was thinking, so he would certainly have noticed it too.
Skipping over the old master's question, Watt casually replied to the old man, "Grandpa, Lily is still young."
His words were actually quite straightforward.
