"Old Lady, I heard that Uncle wants to have an heir. I wonder if you have any recommendations." Qu Moying smiled and looked at Old Lady Ji in front of her. Her smile was a bit cold. Under her eye veil, she was now Qu Moying, but even so, she still felt a dull pain in her heart.

The Old Lady Ji in front of her looked not much different from before. The Grandmother, who sent her off to the bridal sedan chair that day, who repeatedly exhorted her, did not change that much. ...