After dinner, Qian Yixiu and Cheng Yue took Ming Wa and Jingjing for a stroll by West Lake. They were on the north side of the lake while Grandpa Pan was on the south side, looking over from a distance. However, now the distance had gotten a bit shorter—just a few days ago Grandpa Pan stood beneath the bridge, but today he had already made his way to the side of the wooden bridge.
Qian Yijin was still not over it, occasionally glaring at Qian Yixiu behind Cheng Yue's back, expressing his extreme dissatisfaction.
Qian Yixiu felt both annoyed and amused. This bear child was domineering and offensive. She turned her back on him and sat down on a wooden chair to gaze up at the sky, deep in thought.
Qian Yixiu was still somewhat confused up to now, did this mean she was spoken for? She knew that ancient people took promises regarding betrothal very seriously. Although it was just a verbal agreement, without special reasons, it could not be lightly revoked.
