Manman sat in the kitchen, picking vegetables with Chun Xia, occasionally glancing at her.
Seeing her hesitant to speak, Chun Xia, even more eager, pretended to be a little annoyed and glared at her, "Spit it out, you're going to kill me with your suspense."
What should she ask?
This matter needs to be clarified.
"When did you know he wasn't from a poor family?"
Chun Xia was startled, seeing Manman's raised eyebrow and playful look, without any blame, just a bit teasing, Chun Xia couldn't help but pout, "He said it was for your good, and I thought that if the Wen Family found out, it wouldn't be good for you or him."
Manman nodded, "I know about this, and you don't tell him either, let him tell me himself."
Chun Xia breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did he ever tell you what his family is like?" Manman asked.
