Looking at her daughter who was filled with shyness, Mrs. Yu said, "You heard what Mrs. Sheng said earlier, the Song family is proposing marriage for their eldest son. Do you have any thoughts?"
Ye Ling whispered, "Why is mother asking me about such matters?"
Mrs. Yu raised an eyebrow, "Since your opinion doesn't count, I might as well reject it directly. That way, they won't persist and come again next time."
Ye Rong was laughing beside her, and Ye Ling bit her lip in embarrassment, "Mother is teasing me again. Earlier, in my room, Qiaoqiao said that father and mother had already agreed."
Mrs. Yu said, "The old lady cherishes you like her own eyes. Without your nod, who would dare to easily decide your marriage?" As she spoke, she poked Ye Ling's forehead, "Quick, make up your mind, Mrs. Sheng is waiting to relay the message back to the Song family!"
