Wei Zhijuan spent her weekend at home happily and ate her favorite food as usual. On Sunday, she sat on a swing in the Wei Family's backyard with a book in her hand.
The sun was shining brightly on her body, and Bei Xiaolia came up to her with a plate of fruit. When she saw Wei Zhijuan, who was wearing a long green dress and had her hair casually tied into a ponytail, she smiled. "This girl, every time you come back on the weekend, you must sit here for a while. Now that the weather is so cold, why are you still sitting on the swing?"
Wei Zhijuan put down the book and turned to her. "Mom, my clothes are really windproof, I'll be fine."
Seeing Wei Zhijuan's peaceful appearance, Bei Xiaolia smiled with relief. "My daughter is really grown up and getting more and more beautiful. Sometimes I think having a son is no big concern, but having a daughter is. I don't want to marry my daughter off, but my daughter will still get married when she is old enough. "
