Han Qiao raised her eyebrows.
Just as Han Yuanshi was about to say something, she pulled her back.
Then, she closed the courtyard door in front of Mother Zhen.
"Mother, go and watch the kids. Tell them not to come and watch the show, and not to disturb Heng Yi's rest."
"Let me handle this!"
"But…" Han Yuanshi's eyes were filled with worry.
Han Qiao patted Han Yuanshi's shoulder to comfort her.
The courtyard door opened again.
She walked out a little and forced Mother Zhen to take a few steps back.
Han Qiao closed the door behind her.
She looked at Mother Zhen and said, "Oh, really? Heng Yi never mentioned you to me!"
"You said you were childhood sweethearts. Heng Yi is twenty-four years old this year, so you should be in your twenties as well. Where did you marry? Why did you return to Ninghe Town? You even came to my house? If you're not married? Where have you been all these years? What do you do? Although you tried your best to hide it, your accent is foreign!"
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