In the Marquis Zhou Residence's carriage, Ming Hui rested his chin on his hand, "Sister, you're really straightforward."
Yu Wen smiled lightly, "Being direct with someone like Zhuo Guyu saves trouble."
Ming Hui was speechless, "You just said you offended him but didn't explain."
"Anyway, the third sister's coming-of-age ceremony will let him know why."
Recently, the matter of headpieces has spread among the young ladies in the capital. Ye Ying didn't dare to mention it proactively, and Zhuo Guyu, being a man, wouldn't be aware.
Ming Hui shivered, "Don't offend anyone, at least not women. No wonder they say a woman's heart is as small as the tip of a needle."
Yu Wen couldn't be bothered with Ming Hui and closed her eyes to rest.
Zhulan followed in the back, arriving home together, Ming Hui and Yu Wen were stunned. Zhulan waved her hands at her grandchildren and walked past them into the yard.
Yu Wen blinked, Grandma knows everything.
