Zhao Ling'er exclaimed in surprise and quickly got up to help him. When their fingers touched, Hua Tianyou's palm was scorching hot.
The old lady looked at the young couple, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually smoothing out: "Ah! Enough. Do you think your aunt doesn't know what kind of person you are? Since Zun has vouched for you, and Ling'er is willing..."
At this point, the old lady paused again, making Hua Tianyou's heart jump to his throat.
"Aunt?"
He looked cautiously at the old lady, fearing she might make a sudden twist.
The old lady lightly tapped his forehead with a chopstick, then put on a serious face: "Then you must follow the six ceremonial rites, not skipping a single one!"
"Aunt, you... you agree? Ha, haha." Hua Tianyou was overjoyed, his grin nearly stretching to the back of his ears.
"Tianyou. Remember, you must treat Ling'er well." The old lady still kept a straight face, though she felt a bit reluctant in her heart.
