Fang Liuming, with his face flushed red, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief upon hearing these words. The Sun Lizheng family was quite respectable, but his father would definitely not agree. His father had always hoped that he would 'climb a higher branch.' He sneaked a glance at Pei Qian to see her reaction.
Pei Qian pursed her lips with some disdain, as she had just been scolded by Pei Qin a couple of days ago and didn't dare to show too much. To Grandma Fang, she said, "If he's going to marry, he should marry a good one. What's the point of marrying into their family? They're not good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and I haven't seen their needlework be any better than anyone else's!" Anyway, she looked down on Sun Tingyu. If Sun Tingyu wanted to marry Fang Liuming, she would certainly spoil it!
Fang Liuming bowed his head and couldn't help but smirk. She was still so direct, never hiding her likes and dislikes.
