Away from the main hall, in the corridor leading to the private rooms, Mrs. Lin finally said to Lin Jingshen, "What was the name of that girl just now?"
"Lu Youxi," Lin Jingshen uttered indifferently.
Mrs. Lin snorted, "I didn't expect it, for a country girl, her parents did choose a pretty name for her."
"Such a waste, though," Mr. Lin shook his head, "despite being a student at Jing University, to think she married so early, and to a good-for-nothing husband from the village no less. Otherwise, even coming from a rural background, graduating from Jing University and finding a good job, she could have found someone much better."
Lin Jingshen's lips pressed tighter.
He couldn't understand why Lu Youxi was so devoted to her village husband.