Looking over from behind, there was an inexplicable sense of harmony.
Mo Baichuan pinched his fingers, suddenly feeling a nameless anger welling up inside him.
"Baichuan, what are you standing here for?" Just then, Zhao Jingrong's mother came over from the other side.
Mo Baichuan quickly regained his composure and turned around, saying: "Mom! I was escorting my Sixth Uncle and Auntie downstairs."
Zhao's mother clicked her tongue and then curiously asked, "Is that girl, Ni Yang, still with your Sixth Uncle?"
"Yeah." Mo Baichuan nodded.
"I think that girl is pretty and smart. I don't know how she ended up taking a fancy to your Sixth Uncle!" As she spoke, Zhao's mother seemed to realize that her words were amiss and quickly corrected herself: "I don't mean your Sixth Uncle is not good, I just feel like the two of them aren't that well-matched!"
As long as a girl is beautiful, she can marry into a very good family.
