"Huh, why aren't you working late today?"
At the Sang Family home, Mrs. Sang watched her son, who had rushed through dinner and was now heading out the door, a teasing look on her face.
"If I worked late every day, where would you get a daughter-in-law?"
With the experiences of his past life, Sang Yuan was no longer a shy young man. Not only did he not mind his mother's teasing, but he would even turn the joke back on her.
"Don't you know how old you are? You're about to hit forty! Is it wrong for me to want a daughter-in-law? No one can say I'm wrong. By the way, how are things going with you two?"
The last time, she had indirectly arranged to have dinner with Ni Bingyan's agent and gotten a lot of inside information. She knew her son was reserved and didn't like to talk about these things, so she'd been pretending not to know, but she still couldn't help but feel hopeful.
"Everything's going according to plan. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
