Yan Bojian joked, "Yes, Grandma Li must find a bad husband for your sister to piss off that arrogant Fu Ciyi."
Thinking of this, Yan Funing hurriedly followed: "You go too."
Yan Funing smiled.
"Cousin An is bad."
Yan Funing was shocked to find that the woman playing chess with her seventh cousin was actually a Southwestern playboy.
Madam Hong Ba echoed, "But that's right. You discovered it when we were having a drink at the Duke's Mansion."
Yan Fu stared at the Hong family's plaque, then hurried inside.
"What are you afraid of? If I bully him in the future, tell my dear."
Yan Bojian looked around: "Why is Seventh Cousin here?"
Yan Funing immediately put down her pen and asked, "Is Grandma seriously ill?"
"It's time to slow down," said Madam Hong Li. "It's usually Fu Ning. In the next few days, you will meet with some old sisters. You can tell them that your son-in-law is going to be engaged to a man from the Cai family. It's still too early."
Yan Funing then put it away.
The corners of Yan Funing's lips twitched: "Grandmother, you are delaying the marriage."
It’s a shame to say that she has been busy with the affairs of East Third Street all day long and has not even visited her grandparents’ home.
After much thought, I realized that all of my grandsons are ugly, so I let Fu Ning choose one among us.
"My dear, don't tease me." Yan Funing grabbed my sleeve and raised her voice, "If Fu Ciyi knew, he would go crazy."
Madam Hong Li said, "Put it away. How can you put it away?"
Yan Bojian stood up: "Go find me."
Seeing us walk away, Madam Si Fu laughed out loud: "It's time to meet them all, to meet the bad ones."
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