Zhao Xiaoshu furrowed his brow slightly, holding his breath, and listened intently.
He wanted to know how Aya would respond.
After all, Second Brother was indeed a decent candidate for marriage.
Aya was also truly a good choice for a wife.
So, would Aya agree?
A faint tinge of melancholy arose in Zhao Xiaoshu's heart.
"Little Flower, don't joke," Aya's voice rang out.
"I'm not joking; I'm serious. Mom, don't you think my proposal is quite good? Second Brother is getting older, and it's time for him to settle down," said Little Flower earnestly.
She already had Yun Ying as a brother, while Second Brother was still alone, so pitiful.
She liked Aya's temperament very much; as a sister-in-law, she truly couldn't find any faults.
With a helpless expression, Meng Yao tapped Little Flower's forehead, "You, just take care of your own affairs. Your Second Brother's matter is not for you to worry about."
If Aya didn't like Xiaoshu, Little Flower's suggestion might be considered.
