Once Lin Qiao left, Li Guifen set her gaze on Song Tingfan and saw him going to wash the dishes, so she followed to help.
"Aunt Lin, you take a rest, I'll wash them." Song Tingfan reached out to stop her from washing.
The more Li Guifen looked at him, the more pleased she felt. This child is capable and fears no hardship. She probed, "Tingfan, do you have any good candidates in mind for your sister-in-law?"
Another match for his sister-in-law. Song Tingfan clamped his lips tight, finally shaking his head. "No."
Li Guifen pretended to sigh, "Ah, if only we could find someone like you." She said and secretly observed Song Tingfan's reaction.
The young man paused his hand for a moment, unconsciously tightening a bit.
Could he do it?
But he dared not ask, fearing his sister-in-law would detest him, would distance herself from him.
Sister-in-law probably doesn't like someone like him.
He wasn't good anywhere.
