Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly, "You want me to start saving for your dowry already?"
Nan Jiaojiao felt something was off with his remark, but her mind couldn't pinpoint exactly what.
"Could you repeat that? I didn't catch it."
"What dowry? Sister Jiaojiao, who are you marrying?"
Bo Qingshan suddenly burst out, noticing Nan Jiaojiao looking his way, his gaze momentarily dodged, then he gathered his courage to meet her eyes again, "I'm twelve this year, about to graduate from elementary school. By the time I'm eighteen, I'll try to have graduated from university. Oh, eighteen is too young to get married in China, so we'll go abroad. Sister Jiaojiao, don't worry, I won't let you down."
"Pfft!"
Nan Jiaojiao choked on her own saliva.
Uncertain, she pointed at herself, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah, you're the only woman I fancy. Who else could it be?" Bo Qingshan replied as if it were obvious.
