Fang Hui had been secretly observing them since they arrived. Lu Ronghui and Lu Yang had similar features, making it easy to tell that they were siblings.

This family is all good-looking, especially An'an sitting in the arms of the cold-faced man. The little girl is fair-skinned and has good bone structure and features. She will definitely be even more beautiful when she grows up.

She saw An'an nestled in Xiao Song's arms, smiling shyly as he praised her for being pretty. This child was so adorable.

She also secretly observed her son's gaze, and sure enough, he stared at the young woman as soon as they appeared.

Lu Ronghui held An'an in her arms and looked at Wei Hui, somewhat surprised, "Comrade Wei, what are you doing here?"

Wei Hui glanced at his mother and said, "My mother heard that the department store had some really nice clothes, so she specially dragged me out to go shopping with her. I didn't expect to run into Sister-in-law Song Qing."

The clothes from your textile factory are very popular.

He was explaining to both Lu Ronghui and Lu Yang that today's events were an accident; he had just run into them while shopping with his mother.

It wasn't some malicious intent or premeditated scheme, but unfortunately Lu Yang didn't listen to his explanation at all and still thought he was full of tricks.

Even if it's an accident, too much of a coincidence is annoying.

"Mom, this is Comrade Lu Ronghui, and that is Comrade Lu's brother. We met through work before. This is my mom."

"Hello, Auntie."

Despite his dislike for Wei Hui, Lu Yang nodded and greeted Fang Hui. Fang Hui already knew the name Lu Ronghui, and now that she finally had the chance to meet the person in question, she smiled very kindly.

"You must be Xiao Hui. Seeing is believing, you're such a beautiful girl. Call me Aunt Fang."

Fang Hui was being overly enthusiastic, and Lu Ronghui, who wasn't good at dealing with such enthusiastic people, looked slightly embarrassed.

Wei Hui pressed his temples. "Mom, didn't you also have your eye on another fabric? Go take a look, before it's all bought up."

After saying that, he pulled his mother inside without saying another word. Fang Hui's friends stood there and said a few words to her before going inside to order fabric. When Director Zhang came out and saw Lu Ronghui there, he quickly pulled her over.

"Xiao Lu, you go watch the child first."

An'an was back in her father's hands. Director Zhang pulled Lu Ronghui inside and asked her to help greet the guests.

"There are so many people, we can't possibly take care of everyone. Just be enthusiastic, and if you can't answer a question, just smile."

And so, only Lu Yang and Wei Hui remained outside, along with An An, whom Lu Yang was holding.

She sat on her father's arm, clinging to his clothes and craning her neck to talk to Uncle Wei, ignoring her father's unpleasant expression.

"Uncle, was the walnut cake you made last time delicious? An'an cracked all the walnuts!"

Indeed, she was the one who smashed many of them, breaking them to pieces. Later, Song Qing simply confiscated her little hammer.

"Really? An'an is amazing! The walnut cake you made last time was so delicious, it turns out it was made by our An'an."

Wei Hui has a unique characteristic: he appears particularly sincere when praising people. An An was a little embarrassed by his praise and buried her head in her father's arm.

After a while, she raised her head again, her face flushed. Lu Yang rolled his eyes at her.

Unfortunately, the father and daughter had no chemistry at all. An'an even leaned half of her body against Wei Hui. Lu Yang gritted his teeth and pulled her into his arms, but An'an turned her head and looked at her father in confusion.

"Daddy, can't you carry me anymore?"

Lu Yang: "..."

"Then put me down. I'll talk to Uncle Lu. You stand here and wait for Mom."

Fang Hui glanced at the situation outside and suddenly felt like laughing. Her son was standing to the side, not knowing what to say, afraid of offending both the girl and Fang Hui's brother.

Well, that's good. This kid usually annoys people at home, so it's good that others can annoy him too.

"Fang Hui, that's the one your son had before."

"Ahem"

Fang Hui quickly interrupted, saying that she had acted inconsiderately in the past and it was best not to bring it up again.

Perhaps that's why the older brother is unhappy with his son, and Fang Hui doesn't want to remind the family again.

She was confused back then, and actually went to find a matchmaker so casually. She was indeed confused by that boy. But he was the one who sowed the seeds, so he had to reap the consequences.

"But this girl, Xiaohui, is indeed beautiful. Her whole family is good-looking, so their children will surely be good-looking too."

"Come on, why are you saying all this when things are still up in the air? If the girl hears this, my son will have no chance at all."

Fang Hui still hoped that her son could seize the opportunity. She didn't know how long she had been worrying about his marriage, and she hoped that nothing unexpected would happen again.

She only has one son, so naturally she hopes he can get married soon. But this guy is like he has some kind of problem; he's picky about everything, and yet he hasn't found a girlfriend himself. She's afraid that when he turns thirty, girls will find him repulsive.

He was destined to grow old alone, but thankfully the iron tree blossomed.

However, she also felt that the chances were slim. The girl didn't seem to click with him, and her older brother was wearing his feelings on his sleeve. She figured he'd have to keep bothering her.

"But Fang Hui, they're all from out of town, they're only here temporarily. Why don't you look for them locally?"

"Our only requirement is that he be Chinese, but that guy hasn't found anyone after all these years. Now he's still picky, so he'll remain a bachelor forever."

The others remained silent. In fact, Wei Hui was only twenty-three years old, and they didn't know why she was in such a hurry.

"It's normal for men to be in a hurry to settle down and start a career before building a family."

Song Qing disliked Fang Hui's friends looking at Xiao Hui like she was picking out merchandise, so she coughed and stepped forward to hand them the order form.

"We can pick up the materials tomorrow according to the order."

"Oh, thank you, Comrade Xiao Lu."