Wen Cui hurriedly walked around the corridor and entered the house. When she saw the Third Miss writing on the desk, her footsteps were light, but she quickly moved to her side and stood there, bowing.
Li Jinghua only put down her pen when she finished writing. She looked up at Wen Cui and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Miss, someone has come to propose marriage to you."
Li Jinghua's hand that was tidying up the ink on the table paused. Then, she said nonchalantly, "We've been out of mourning for half a year. What's so strange about someone coming to propose marriage?"