"Mother, if you find someone suitable, you can have Yining get married first. I've said it before, I won't get married before I'm thirty," Sun Yiming replied to Mrs. Sun, his tone flat.
Sun Yinong chuckled. "That's not right, Brother. Just because you want to wait until after you're thirty doesn't mean you can push me out front. I'm only twenty-three, and you yourself often say I'm childish. An immature man shouldn't get married too early..."
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? The father is like this, and so are the sons! You're only happy when you see me heartbroken and humiliated!"
