Da Niu's mood was suddenly indescribable.
She felt extremely uncomfortable.
At the same time, panic was also rising within her; she knew her grandmother was talking about arranging her marriage.
For someone like her grandmother, arranging a marriage probably meant selling her off.
She was the eldest in the family, and there were too many girls in her generation, which decreased their value.
None of them received the treatment her younger paternal aunt did.
No one took them seriously.
Especially since her grandmother favored boys over girls, the sisters had a hard time at home.
Da Niu couldn't even bring herself to say "thank you." She glanced at Qiao Qingyu, awkwardly said, "My affairs are none of your business,"
and then turned and ran away.
Qiao Qingyu pursed her lips, dusted off her hands, and thought, well, she had said what needed to be said; there was no guilt on her part now.
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