Ruan Lingyu and Ruan's mother exchanged glances. Obviously, both of them disapproved of Cheng Xining's words. What era was it now? Cheng Xining's thinking was clearly not very good.
"Xining, do you have any jobs that you like?" Ruan's mother couldn't help but ask.
"No," Cheng Xining shook her head.
Ruan's mother and Ruan Lingyu grew even more worried. Their niece was already twenty-three and had graduated a year ago, yet she had no interest in working at all.
"Would you like to work at Brother Yiqian's place? I can ask him to arrange an easy position for you," Ruan Lingyu said.
"Auntie, Auntie-in-law, don't bother," Cheng Xining sounded impatient. "I don't want to work at all. I just need to be beautiful, and later marry Nan, have a couple of children for him, and educate them well. What's the point of working so hard to earn a meager salary that's not even enough for a meal?"
Ruan's mother: "..."
Ruan Lingyu: "..."
