"He's not selling cigarettes? Then what is he selling?" Gu Fang was amused when she heard this.
Song Yao was a country bumpkin and divorcee. What good partner could she find? Even a cigarette seller was out of her league, right?
"Child! It's not that I want to criticize you, but your taste in men is too poor! Why didn't you seek refuge with me when you got a divorce back then? I'll introduce you to the rich people in the city. I guarantee that I won't let you suffer!"
That was what she said, but Gu Fang knew in her heart that why would the rich people in the city like Song Yao? If they stuffed her into the hair shampoo room and made her their maid, it would still be out of her league, right?
Song Xiao, who was passing by with red braised pork, was immediately unhappy when he heard this.
"Don't be ridiculous! Rely on you? Then you might as well rely on the sow to climb the tree!"
