Gong Ruini lay on the hammock, watching her uncle once again trying to persuade Wan Qiweng, and couldn't help but yawn.
"Actually, I think my uncle picked the wrong person from the start."
Zhao Xuran was on the side preparing fruits for Gong Ruini. Ever since that night when Gong Ruini made a shocking statement, his status at home had been steadily declining.
Thinking about the words his mother told him, Zhao Xuran couldn't help but feel exasperated.
"What's wrong?" He didn't have the time to think about Cai Ming and his wife's recent quarrels. He was too busy tending to his wife, let alone bother with other people's business.
"Actually, my uncle should go and placate Xiao Hui, that kid."
"As long as he says he wants to be an older brother, everything will be fine." Although Wan Qiweng hadn't given in, Gong Ruini felt she must have been moved.
The reason she hadn't spoken up must be because she was worried that her precious son, Wan Yihui, might protest and cause trouble.
