Both sides' children had grown up now, and the Zhao Family's visit at this time undoubtedly meant that they were prepared to discuss the wedding date of Mo Qishen and Zhao Jingrong.
The thought of being able to hold her plump grandson in the not-so-distant future made the old Mrs. Mo sprightly, and she quickly went upstairs to share this good news with Mo Qishen.
Upon hearing the news, Mo Qishen forced a smile, "Alright, Mom, I got it."
Old Mrs. Mo continued, "Old Six, remember to be on your best behaviour in front of Jingrong tomorrow!"
Mo Qishen nodded, "You can count on me, Mother. I won't let you down."
Old Mrs. Mo added, "And remember to tidy yourself up tomorrow. Don't be so frivolous."
Mo Qishen nodded again, a trace of sarcasm hidden in the depths of his eyes.
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On Yurtist Road, around eleven in the morning, Ni Yang had sold out her 600 servings of noodles and 500 cups of Sour Plum Soup.
