Zhang Hongmei left the house, her mind still pondering the matter.
She had always quite liked Li Yang. On one hand, the two families had been old friends, so she felt they knew each other inside out. Additionally, Li Yang was a pleasing girl, gentle and sensible.
But then again, Lin Wanzhou had also grown up before her eyes. Even though the Lin family had experienced some troubles, these things are often fated, and no one can say for certain.
After thinking for a while, she felt she was overthinking it.
Her own boy seemed to have little interest in girls, though his orientation was normal. It was just that he never seemed to become savvy about such things, nor did he know how to sweet-talk girls.
Or did he simply not like them?
Compared to her own son, her two girls seemed more and more bright and lovely the more she looked at them. Regardless of whether he was interested, Zhang Hongmei was quite fond of them.
