When Yueyao stepped outside, the sky was still relatively clear, but by the time she was on her way back, a fine drizzle began to fall. In October, with the rain coming down, cold wind snuck in through the slightly open windows, causing Yueyao to shiver. Xi Yu hurried to close the windows tightly.
Yueyao asked Xi Yu to prepare a carriage, then leaned against the pillow and looked at Xiang Wei, "Tell me! Why are you so familiar with Niu Yanghui's situation? Don't tell me you're just curious."
Xiang Wei pouted; such a clever master was really not a good thing: "Niu Yanghui is quite good, so I was considering him for you! But then you said most men can't tolerate a wife being more outstanding and famous than themselves, and Niu Yanghui is a very proud person, so I crossed him off the list of potential candidates."
