Su Xuan couldn't be bothered to look at her son, snorted, and didn't continue asking, turning to find her mother-in-law to practice Buddhism together.
Ming Jia couldn't follow, so he could only find a pavilion to sit down. He wasn't in the mood to enjoy the distant scenery, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift farther away. Ms. He matched his expectations for a wife.
He liked bright and generous girls, who were a bit clever but didn't show off their intelligence, knew how to socialize appropriately without being excessive, and her looks matched his aesthetic. It felt like this was the girl!
Zhulan saw Su Xuan walking in with a smile, and there was no sign of anger towards her son on her face. She knew her son well; this boy took after his father!
Mrs. He noticed and muttered "Amitabha" under her breath. It's hard for women; who wouldn't want a devoted husband? Sishi is fortunate!
