In order to verify her suspicion, Ying Man'er disregarded propriety and took the booklet from the old lady's hand, reading it earnestly.
The further she read, the worse her expression became. She bit her lip, her face contorted with suppressed emotion.
To others watching, they merely assumed she was shy.
Qu Fulan was also watching from the side.
Honestly speaking, judging by the family background and personal qualifications of the men listed in the booklet, they seemed highly suitable for Ying Man'er.
In fact, no matter which one Ying Man'er chose, it would still be considered quite a climb.
After all, her family had nothing, dirt-poor, while at least these men had some land, ran businesses, and a few had even passed the Scholar examination, just waiting to take the provincial examination next year.
