As Old Master Yun was watching his youngest daughter and son-in-law recite the Three Character Classic, the butler approached with a strange expression. "Old Master, a young master has arrived outside."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He said that Miss Liu sent him to find you."

Sixth grade? "Please invite him to the living room."

"yes."

After the housekeeper left, Old Master Yun looked at his youngest daughter and son-in-law and said, "Study hard, and give them a slap on the palm for every wrong word." Only then did he go to greet the guests.

Upon seeing the guest, Old Master Yun wanted to immediately bring Sisi back.

He was afraid that Sisi would bring someone back to him just because they were good-looking, and sure enough, Sisi did bring one back for him.

On the other side, Feng Chan was chatting with Han Dongyu and Duan Ruoqing when a maid came in. "Third Young Madam, a famous matchmaker from the capital is looking for you."

Feng Chan was a little surprised. "What does she want from me?" My son is still young, and my daughter is already engaged.

"She said she wanted to find a good marriage for Master Bai."

Han Dongyu: "..." This matchmaker came at just the right time.

Feng Chan: "..." This is like hitting the pillow when you're sleepy. "Let her in."

"yes."

Meanwhile, Sisi also received letters from Fengchan and Feng Yuanfu.

When Lao Bai returned from outside, he was about to talk to Sisi when he noticed that Sisi was looking at him strangely.

Old Bai immediately took a step back. "Little monster, why are you looking at me like that?"

Sisi gave a cold snort.

Old Bai dared not back down. He moved closer to Sisi and said with a fawning expression, "Little ancestor, where did I go wrong? I'll change."

Sisi glanced at Lao Bai and handed him Feng Chan's letter. "Why was it that Lao Hei wouldn't let me and Lao Hei sit at the table back then, and instead made us hide at a small table in the corner, but now you want me to take you to a bustling place to play?"

Old Bai wanted to say that he'd have to ask your mother, but he didn't dare. "My fault, my fault."

"snort!"

"Little darling, stop whining. I get scared when you whimper. Little darling, if you don't want to take me to a bustling place, then let's go play in a remote mountain valley."

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