As she entered the house, she saw her cheap grandmother Wang Chunhua sitting in the main room with a displeased face.
"That girl from the Zhu family is so good, what's there not to agree with? If I wasn't thinking about how Wenbing is getting old and still hasn't found a wife, I wouldn't be giving this good deal to him."
In just those two sentences, Su Xiaoxiao understood the key to the matter: her grandmother couldn't meddle in her marriage, so she's focusing on her elder brother.
"A girl like her, marrying into your family without demanding a bride price, and even bringing gifts with her — what a goldmine drop from the sky, why wouldn't you agree?"
Wang Chunhua was speaking with spittle flying, but suddenly felt a chill on her back.
Turning her head, she unexpectedly met Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, which seemed to have a mocking smile.
This annoying girl startled her, walking as quietly as a ghost.
