"Alright then," Ping Guoguo didn't try to persuade further.
After the person left, Li Mumu put down the knife and fork in her hand, blinked her eyes and looked at Ping Guoguo, asking curiously, "Aunt Ping, how long is Bei Rou going to stay at your place?"
Ping Guoguo sighed helplessly, "I really don't know about that. After all, she was brought by the Old Master, and if he doesn't say anything, we wouldn't dare to send her away casually."
"But don't worry, Mumu. I absolutely won't let her entice Xiaomo!" Guoguo, having lived for most of her life, could easily see that Bei Rou liked Bei Mo.
They are distant relatives, and there's basically no blood relation, so even marriage wouldn't be impossible.
"Aunt Ping, you've misunderstood me. I didn't mean to ask you to send Bei Rou away; I was just asking casually." Li Mumu was afraid her future mother-in-law would misunderstand her intentions.
