What the lady of the Yue Family and Zhao Baizhou worried about was nothing more than Chun Mian's marriage. The girl would turn eighteen after the new year. In this era, that was no longer young.
"This child has her own mind. We can't force her; we have to see what she wants," the lady of the Yue Family said preemptively. Having spent a long time with Chun Mian, she knew the girl's temperament well and feared that Zhao Baizhou might play matchmaker blindly.
Zhao Baizhou smiled helplessly. "I know. I'll just help keep an eye out for now."
The two talked for a long time, but Chun Mian knew nothing about this. Early the next morning, the family got busy again. Zhao Luoxing was quick and nimble. He had already boiled the water and started making breakfast. Because the lady of the Yue Family was pregnant, Chun Mian was now in charge of everything inside and outside the house.
