Yi Zilan said respectfully to Mrs. Yi, "Thank you, Mother."
Mrs. Yi cried tears of joy. "I'm so happy that you are finally getting married. I'll definitely help you prepare everything well. Teacher Yang's daughter is excellent. Your father and I like her very much. We won't let her down."
Some men in the capital who were at Zilan's age had already become fathers, and some of them even had daughters as old as Yang Xueyu.
Yi Zilan nodded. "I'll be relieved to leave this matter to you. Also, in this life, I will only marry once."
Mrs. Yi was a little shocked, but on second thoughts, she didn't react much to it. After all, Yi Zilan had always been different from other people.
Teacher Yang exuded an extraordinary aura and did not look like an ordinary person. The daughter he had brought up also looked like a daughter from a rich family. Mrs. Yi looked at Yi Zilan and asked. "Zilan, how did you know Teacher Yang?"
