When Jiang Mengli heard this, she realized that her ladylike image was gone.

"Grandma, I'm usually like this. If the other party likes me, I like it. If not, there's nothing I can do about it."

"If I pretend to be very ladylike and quiet now, and then my true colors are revealed, the groom will feel cheated."

Matchmaker Zhang saw that she seemed very satisfied with Mu Zian, so she stood up and walked over, took Mu Zian's hand and said:

"Mrs. Jiang, Miss Jiang, he is indeed a good person. He lives in my house not far away. I watched him grow up."

"He's kind-hearted, good-natured, and sweet-talking, but he lost a finger in an accident when he was a child. Do you mind?"

At this time, Jiang also saw it.

The ring finger on my right hand is shorter.

Mu Zian felt a little inferior and subconsciously retracted his hands. He usually liked to clench his fists or hide them in his sleeves when going out.

After seeing this, Jiang's smile froze, but she still said in a kind tone, "If Ali doesn't mind, I, an old woman, have nothing to say."

"Although this finger is missing a little, it doesn't affect my life much. The most important thing is that I'm a good person."

Outside the room, Wen Mohan held his breath and listened quietly to the movements inside.

When he heard these words, his face gradually darkened.

Does this mean she has a crush on this guy? !

When Wen Mohan thought of this, he immediately raised his hand to push open the door. Before his hand touched the door, he heard Jiang Mengli's voice coming from inside.

"We'll be moving back to the Jiang family mansion in a few days, and we're short of manpower. Why don't you stay and work here? You don't have to sign a contract to sell yourself."

When Wen Mohan heard this, a faint smile appeared on his lips again.