330 Facing the Emperor
"Alright." Zhao Zhitong pursed her lips and changed the topic. However, she ultimately emphasized that Qiao Muchen shouldn't keep rubbing her head in the future. Otherwise, she worried, she wouldn't grow taller and wouldn't be able to get married.
Qiao Muchen sighed and asked, "Who told you all this?"
Zhao Zhitong casually replied, "The matchmaker. The fat one who was matchmaking for my second cousin; I overheard her."
Qiao Muchen was speechless.
It must have been when the matchmaker was visiting a family to arrange a marriage; Zhao Zhitong had likely overheard a few snippets and remembered them.
Qiao Muchen couldn't help but sigh again. He smiled and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense. Even if you don't grow any taller now, someone will still marry you."
Zhao Zhitong looked back at him with a puzzled expression. "How can you be so sure?"
Qiao Muchen countered, "Don't you believe me?"
