However, Yu Cheng soon looked away and did not respond to her friendly gestures.
Although Zhaodi felt a bit disappointed, she had already gotten used to Yu Cheng's indifference.
After dinner, the relatives who had come early to help were sitting on the kang in the main house, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting. From time to time, they would glance at Jiang Mianmian and talk about her, with endless praises.
Jiang Mianmian had already been complimented by the villagers all afternoon and had continued to be praised during dinner. At this point, she really couldn't handle the enthusiastic care from the elders anymore.
She tugged at her father's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, I'm sleepy, I'm going to go to bed first."
"Okay, you and Yu Cheng go back to the room first. Your mom and I will be there shortly," Jiang Changhai affectionately ruffled his daughter's hair as he spoke.
He knew Yu Cheng also didn't like such occasions, so he let his daughter take him away too.
