Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
In the living room, Uncle Li's eyes reddened as he watched the television: "The Young Mistress is really amazing."
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow at him, slightly wrinkling his brow with disapproval: "Uncle Li, you're old enough, don't start crying on me."
"Young Master, you've chosen a good wife," Uncle Li continued, moved.
He Jingyao gave a faint smile but said nothing.
Meanwhile, on the television, Su Zixi, who had been looking around, suddenly turned towards the camera and revealed a sweet smile.
It was as if she were saying, "Hi, I know you're there."
He Jingyao couldn't help but curl the corner of his lip and said softly, "Yeah, I'm here."
"What did you say, Young Master?" Uncle Li asked, his voice nasal.
"When have my eyes ever been wrong?" He Jingyao smiled slightly, then paused and suddenly added, "Well, maybe not always, perhaps choosing you as my butler was a mistake."
