Du Yunluo couldn't lie to Mrs. Zhen; if she told a fib, her siblings would surely sell her out.
Seeing Du Yunluo nod, Mrs. Zhen cleared her throat and leaned close to her daughter's ear, speaking softly: "Nannan, Mama knows you like the Princely Heir. The two of you are engaged, just waiting for you to come of age and marry over."
Du Yunluo listened intently to Mrs. Zhen, and was momentarily stunned when she heard the words "like".
Mrs. Zhen's words whispered by her ear, accompanied by her breath, felt like the wind, making her shrink her neck.
Noticing Du Yunluo's reaction, Mrs. Zhen chuckled softly, raising her hand to stroke Du Yunluo's long hair smoothly: "You, aren't you usually thick-skinned? Why can't you stand hearing someone say you like him?"
Du Yunluo rubbed her nose. She was indeed thick-skinned. She could stand tall and openly admit liking Mu Lianxiao, but when it came from Mrs. Zhen, there was something strange about it.
