"I didn't see wrongly. The clothes Qingyuan is wearing belong to Yundong." Dong Xiulan was talking to her husband, Zeng Hu. "Do you think the two of them…"
Before she could finish speaking, Zeng Hu interrupted her. "Don't talk nonsense. This is completely ungrounded."
"Sigh, I'm just worried about those two children." Dong Xiulan sighed softly. "It's fine for Qingyuan. He's a loner, and no one cares if he has a wife or not. He doesn't care either. He's almost 20 years old. If he delays any longer, he'll become an old bachelor in the village."
Dong Xiulan fed Zeng Hu a mouthful of rice. "What about Yundong? Although she has a father, a mother, and a family, her father is missing, and her mother doesn't understand these things. Yundong has to take care of herself. She also has to look for her father. Now, she's focused on earning more money. What do you think her family will do when she gets married in the future?"
