Then she began to wail. "Rachel, come and take a look at your precious daughter, and she waits to be an old single woman. She doesn't listen to me."
Joseph just pushed the door in, seeing Irish's whole face wrinkle like a walnut-like, strange, coming forward to listen to. And perhaps really hurt by her aunt's loud voice, he hurriedly got up and rubbed his ears. Laughing, Irish rose, pushed him out, and closed the door again.
When her aunt wailed, she whispered, "Aunt, I really don't want to fall in love now."
"Did I force you to fall in love? I ask you to see him first, even if you don't like him, you can go there and take a look. But you don't even follow me, what is the matter? The other party is a good boy, he called many times, and you can meet him."
"Aunt."
"I've seen the young man, and he's energetic." Her aunt didn't give her a chance to talk, "Adam said, he liked you when he saw your photo. He wanted to see you."
