Old Master Zhao has selective amnesia, choosing to ignore what she just said, with a grateful face: "Miss Tongqian, I'll trouble you with my son. If there's anything in the future, you can come to me."
Go to hell, she doesn't know where the Yun Family is, all right.
The graceful lady attempted to resist and refuse again: "Master, I don't want to, I'm an unmarried girl, how can I take care of a man? I still have to get married in the future, you should find someone else."
However, her words were ignored once again.
Zhao Qi glanced out the window, the sun was shining just right, with the cold weather bathed in sunlight, it didn't feel so cold.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with his older brother, he said to his father:
"Dad, it's getting late, since Miss Tongqian agreed to take care of my brother, let's hurry to the Yun Family. Delaying on the road would not be good."
