It's been a week. Chu Qiao was thinking about promising Song Mei-jian. He got up early and planned to go to the hospital to have a maternity check-up so that he could accompany Yishaoyi to meet the matchmaker during afternoon tea time.

In the elegant coffee shop, Yishaoyi and Chuqiao sat side by side, and the man opposite looked shy.

"Sister Shaojie".

"Cough..." Chu Qiao almost didn't choke the milk just contained in the import.

"Hey ancestor, be careful!" As she sat down for her, Yi asked the man, "You... Guigeng?"

"Twenty-five."

"What!"

Young Yi cried out in surprise at the moment, "Isn't that what makes my cows eat tender...