Wang Yongzhu rushed out, and Old Granny Zhang naturally saw that movement. She immediately understood—the girl had agreed.
Originally, she had been steeling herself to give up the idea. Her darling daughter, how could she marry in as a son-in-law? That was for impoverished men who couldn't find a wife to do, all of them were flawed goods; could there be any good among them?
No matter how tempting those two acres of land were, they couldn't compare to her daughter's lifelong happiness.
But why would her daughter agree to this?
Old Granny Zhang felt puzzled inside, but her face showed no sign of it. Pretending to be angry, she gave Wang Laozhu a glare, "You should be ashamed at your age. What kind of father talks to his daughter about marrying in as a son-in-law? See, you've upset her and made her run off."
