Zhang Guihua finished speaking and, without paying attention to these foolishly hopeful people, went straight into the house.
The villagers outside, upon hearing that the handsome and cultured young man was Yu Cheng's uncle, grew even more excited.
Good looks, a good family background—whoever could marry him would truly have nothing to worry about for the rest of their life.
Zhang Guihua's cold words did not quash the fantasies of the village girls; on the contrary, they added fuel to the fire of their imaginations.
When Zhang Guihua entered the house, she saw Sun Lixia serving tea to Yu Cheng and Fang Zhiyuan with a big smile on her face.
After she entered, she hurriedly took candies, pastries, peanuts, and sunflower seeds from the cabinet and placed them in front of the two men.
"Zhiyuan, Yu Cheng, here, have some seeds, don't be shy, make yourself at home," Zhang Guihua said cheerfully as she entertained them.
