“Young Lord Xu is not my uncle!” Gongsun Yingjiang was anxious as soon as she heard this. She threw away the silk ribbon in her hands. Turning to Sheng Weiqiao, she whispered fiercely, “Aunt, you can’t do this! Every time I like someone, you are the first one to say no. Wait. Auntie, do you like Young Lord Xu?”

She put one hand on the edge of the bed and covered part of her mouth with the other hand. Her cat-like eyes showed her assurance and said, “It’s my fault. ...