"Auntie Fu is a sensible person, I can tell," Shen Mianmian's eyes brimmed with joyful laughter, "It's my luck to have come across He Nan's family."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxi couldn't help but say, "How come He Nan suddenly told Auntie Fu about the two of you dating?"
Old Xu knew Yang Xiaoxi had misunderstood but didn't offer an explanation.
Had it not been for the matter of Shen Mianmian's identity, He Nan would probably still be keeping it a secret from his wife.
The car soon arrived at Shen Mianmian's place; both of them got out, and Old Xu returned to the old house.
With nothing much to do, Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi read the script in the yard, and after about an hour, the clear sky suddenly began to drop salt grains—it looked like it was going to snow.
The large salt grains, as big as peanuts, felt cool as they landed on their heads and necks. Afraid of damaging the script, the two hurried back inside the house.
