Mrs. Zhao placed the soup on the table, looking at her daughter's gloomy face, her brows slightly furrowed, "What's wrong with you again?"
Zhao Xiyue didn't answer, she pressed on, "Mom, when exactly will the news of my engagement with Jingheng be announced?"
Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "I'm not sure either, it should be soon, logically speaking."
She looked at her daughter and said earnestly, "This kind of thing should definitely be initiated by the man, otherwise wouldn't it seem like you're being too forward?"
Zhao Xiyue laughed at herself, even if she was, he might not even care for her.
Mrs. Zhao knew her daughter was attached to Jiang Jingheng and didn't want to speak too harshly.
She instructed, "Drink the soup while it's hot, I'll bring up lunch for you in a bit."
Zhao Xiyue didn't say anything, she turned her head to look out the window, her mind full of images of Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng holding hands tightly in the photos.
