Their eyes met. Deng Yuyuan looked down and picked up Tuantuan. "Thank you. Tuantuan is sleepy, so I'll take her back first."
"Take these with you." Zhang Ci Hao handed her the wrapped handkerchiefs.
Deng Yuyuan took the handkerchiefs. Her fluid gaze fixed on him for a moment before she turned and left.
Zhang Ci Hao stood rooted to the spot, dazed. After a long while, he left as well.
Anyone with an ounce of sense could see the strange atmosphere between them.
"Your third son has grown up, haha. I see this Deng Zhiqing playing hot and cold with him. The way she looks at him is like a hook. Be careful not to let Little Hao be led astray!"
"It's really quite improper. She already has a child, yet she's tangling with a man. Little Hao is going to suffer."
The village chief's wife calmly took a sip of her tea. "It's Little Hao who likes her, not Yuanyuan who likes Little Hao. Two young people are courting; why should we old bones join in the fuss?
