An 80 Years Old Suitor For Mu Jiayi.

"Because it is positioned on the outermost side of the foot." Mu Yunsheng answered, his eyes narrowed, catching Mu Hien's pale face. He waited until her retreating back disappeared from the view, before positioning his gaze on Song Huan, "Hien appears disheartened. Is she not happy with the proposal?"

Song Huan arranged the leaflets in a neat pile. "What is there not to be happy about? The suitor is tall and hefty, the only child of his parents. He is a talented blacksmith who got promoted to a master craftsman last year. Now, he is saving money to open his own smithy. You yourself confirmed the truth of his bio-data, visiting the smithy he works at." She said, picking up a frond stem.

While Song Huan's left foot held down one of its ends, she used both of her hands to hold the other end, bending it up towards her, and snapping it in half. "What you are seeing is called wedding jittery. Every girl experiences it."