"Shang Yin?" Su Qingzhang and Yan Wuxu were both surprised by this sudden news, unable to imagine that Chang Chi had returned with such intentions.
Shang Yin was already thirty-seven years old. Marriage was merely a ceremony for him; even Pello had settled down, likely having discussed such intentions with Chang Chi.
"The sun is quite harsh, butler, keep a watch, I will go in for the sunshade umbrella," said Yan Wuxu pretentiously, glancing hatefully at Chang Chi before leaving, determined not to let her get her way.
In the garden, the father and daughter quieted down. Chang Chi said, "Butler, I forgot to bring the blanket earlier, please go up and get it."
The butler looked up at the sky, the glaring sun; Chang Chi was already sweating as she spoke. A blanket in this weather?
"Butler, do you remember who recommended you to the Su Family?" Chang Chi's words made the butler bow his head and reluctantly turn back to get the blanket.
