Xiao Cheng’s face darkened. He gritted his teeth. “Grandma, I. Am. Not. Into. Men.” As he bit out each word, Old Mrs. Xiao saw the anger simmering in her grandson and quickly raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I get it.” Then, she muttered under her breath, “Doesn’t like women, doesn’t like men… Does he really plan on dying alone?” Xiao Cheng maintained his icy demeanor. “I won’t be