Inside the house, Suizi looked up, her eyes filled with sharp light.
Yu Jingting burst into laughter.
"Why are you so playful? Look at how much you've scared our mom. Haha, the local theater troupe's performances aren't as entertaining as our mom's."
It was clear to Yu Jingting that Suizi had her mind set. This girl was all ears, and the two words "Fan Hui" were probably carved into her brain.
"My dear husband, the noble father of my child."
Suizi suddenly became very attentive, her voice several degrees softer.
Keeping busy with good intentions could be asking for something.
Yu Jingting figured he had long understood the routine of this little wild Pig Spirit, but the expression on his face still enjoyed it immensely.
"Understood, leave it to me."
"Do you know what I want you to do?"
"Well, what else could it be? Find out about this Fan Hui. His age, job, family background, especially which branch of the Fan Family he comes from. Oh, right, and whether he can paint."
