"Auntie."
Qiao En took the opportunity to hold onto Mrs. Jia's arm.
"Do you want to know why Youyou is determined to be with Cheng Lu?"
She threw out a bait, her expression one of wanting to say more but hesitating.
Mrs. Jia certainly didn't know.
Since she had learned that Cheng Lu had been in jail, she had crossed him off in her heart, and she didn't want to know anything about him.
However, she hadn't expected that Lin Youyou, who had always been obedient and gentle since childhood, would be as stubborn as a mule when it came to her marriage.
In this period, Mrs. Jia had reasoned with her and moved her emotionally, told Lin Youyou countless reasons, cried and scolded, but Lin Youyou hadn't listened to a word.
The ancients said, "Know thyself, know thy enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles."
Mrs. Jia was a Chinese language teacher by profession. She looked at Qiao En skeptically, "Why?"
"Youyou didn't tell you?"