Madam Lu looked at her daughter's confused face and couldn't help but rub her forehead.
She patiently said, "Wei'er, what do you think of the young marquis?"
Song Ruwei: "Quite good, he's handsome, even more delicate than Zhou'er."
Hearing this, Madam Lu knew she saw him as a younger brother, and despite trying, couldn't help but say, "Wei'er, when the young marquis comes in the future, spend more time with him, get along well, and be nicer to him."
Song Ruwei was stunned and asked without thinking, "Mother, I am a girl, how can I play with him?"
"You silly girl, why can't you understand what I mean." Madam Lu couldn't resist poking her forehead with her index finger, "Do you understand what childhood sweethearts mean, growing up together?"
Seeing her mother's expression of disappointment, Song Ruwei's mind clicked, and she suddenly understood, her little face turning red.
