"I say, Ziye, why would you think it's the old man?" Mrs. Yao was puzzled; a normal person, when faced with such a question, would think of a young man first. Even she would think so herself.
"Mom, you don't know, that kid, it's quite pitiful. Nobody wants her." Mr. Yao sighed.
"Nobody wants her?!" Mrs. Yao threw down her chopsticks, her indignation flaring like Mu Guiying, "Such a good girl and no man is interested? Are today's men all blind?"
The Yao brothers stared blankly at their fiery mother: after all these days, they didn't expect Mrs. Yao still held Little Jiayin dear in her heart.
"Mom, Jiayin is great, good person, good work, just a little bit of a flaw." Mr. Yao said truthfully.
Mrs. Yao folded her arms, humming heavily, "I don't believe it, that no one wants her. If I were a man, I would have pursued her already."
Listening to his mother's tone like that of Fang Min, Mr. Yao was vexed: this Little One, how can she always be attracting married women?
