Su Yaogeng took her time sipping tea, glancing at Han Jing several times, and finally burst into laughter, "Child, if you have something to say, just say it. Why are you hesitating, is something the matter?"
Han Jing bit her lip, steeled her heart, and asked, "Mother, what do you think of Uncle Su Yu, what kind of person is he?"
Usually, Han Jing wasn't shy, but today she found it hard to speak up.
"Oh? Him, he's quite good." Su Yaogeng didn't expect Han Jing to bring this up, but from her expression, she had a general idea. Most likely, Su Yu had mentioned wanting to marry her. It seemed that this little girl had been won over by him.
No wonder he told me not to interfere, he was waiting for me to show up!
Tsk tsk, that was quick action!
The next words got stuck in Han Jing's throat.
