"I don't know," Gu Jiajia said with a smile.
A gentle chuckle escaped her lips, melodious like the sound of a softly played string instrument.
Jing Hua's eyes flashed slightly, looking at her indulgently.
He said to them, "Let's sit down and talk, Grandpa and Grandma, I'm formally introducing Jiajia to you. Next, we need to discuss the marriage with you."
Everyone sat down on the hardwood sofa made from fine camphor wood, with backrests intricately carved with lifelike phoenixes and flowers that seemed to be in full bloom.
Old Lady Jing looked at Gu Jiajia quizzically, "And you don't know what your father does?"
Gu Jiajia replied gracefully with a smile, "Before I turned two, my dad and mom divorced."
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Jing and Jing Juntao both showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.
In the open era after the twenty-first century, divorced women are seen by some as devalued, worthless.
