"Mom." Xu Qinghu still wanted to speak.
Liu Sanmei asked, "He's thirty-five, about your age. Has he been married before? Any kids?"
"No kids, but..." Xu Qinghu paused, then said, "He's been divorced twice."
"You..." Liu Sanmei was so angry she didn't even know what to say.
Xu Qinghu hung her head and said, "Mom, if she marries the brick factory boss's son, she'll definitely live the good life."
"You want people to poke at the Xu Family's backbone and say the Xu Family is selling their daughter?" Liu Sanmei absolutely didn't want the Xu Family to have a reputation for selling daughters. How would the Xu Family's grandkids ever find good wives?
A thirty-five-year-old divorced twice and rich—should be plenty easy to find a wife.
"Xu Qinghu, stay out of this." Liu Sanmei knew that with this matter, not only would Xu Qinghe disagree, even Xu Zhong wouldn't agree—Xu Zhong cared most about saving face.
