Nan Sichen laughed softly and said, "My wife says it's better if I talk more, makes me seem approachable."
"Can you stop mentioning your wife every other sentence? We're good brothers, remember? Now you have a wife, and I'm still a bachelor, you need to help me out here." Su Junhao listened to Nan Sichen's lovey-dovey tone and was utterly speechless.
"Alright, how do you want me to help you?" Nan Sichen asked.
"I'll find out their matchmaking time first, and when I do, I'll let you know. We can go and mess things up." Su Junhao said.
"Okay." Nan Sichen nodded in agreement.
After hanging up the phone, Su Junhao paced anxiously in the living room. After a while, he ran to the kitchen to gather some dim sum he had bought from the supermarket today, arranged them on a plate, knocked on Jian Yanyan's bedroom door, and without waiting for a response, walked in on his own.
