“My daughter’s growing up, and she’s not staying home anymore~”

Mother sat on the sofa, sighing helplessly at her phone. “Do you think she’s got a problem with her brain? She’s so pretty, yet she picks a poor guy?”

“Look at An Han, who plays mahjong with me. She’s not any prettier than Ning Chu, but she married a rich second-generation guy. When they got married, the bride price was a whole house.”

“Even if you don’t care about the family background, at least Wen Yang should have a proper house, right?”

“I don’t know what kind of magic potion …