"Let me ask you again, if you live together, would you feel troubled?" Mrs. Qian asked again.
Probably not.
After all, back in the Capital City, Zhao Ting thick-skinnedly moved in and stayed with them for quite some time.
She wasn't troubled, and neither were Dahe and Xiaohua.
Moreover, Xiaohua was quite happy. Although she was a bit distant at first, later she grew very attached to Zhao Ting. She would even frequently compliment Zhao Ting in front of her.
He also taught Dahe quite a few things.
It seems like the things a father and mother teach their children are always different.
As for her, Zhao Ting was cautious and tried to please her, asking Dahe and Xiaohua what she liked, then did things to win her favor.
As a native ancient person, pursuing a woman so earnestly is quite rare.
Mrs. Qian looked at Meng Yao, whose silence seemed introspective—it must be that you cannot see the forest for the trees.
Zhao Ting knew very well what he wanted, but A Yao was the opposite.
