After sending Ren Yufei home in the evening, Sheng Bowen drove to Rongyuan. Seeing the third son, Shengmu took care of her son as well, eating and drinking.
“Youngest, you should get married at your age. Don’t wait for the eighth child to be able to make soy sauce. You still hang it.”
“Aunt, it’s two years before the eighth.” Sheng Bowen smiled. “Aren’t you still in college?”
“That old **** is not your age.”
The two chatted in the living room, and soon, Sheng Bowen was called into the study by Quinn Marsden.
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