"All right," Yang Ruxin nodded, "Since Second Aunt has recommended this Zhao Feihu with such enthusiasm, I'll go meet with him." She did not believe that the other party truly intended to find her a husband; since she had access to her own space, she might as well see what tricks were up her sleeve.
It was a rare occasion at noon when Yang Baichuan went out to buy several bowls of noodles to bring back, and everyone made do with a meal. Afterward, Yang Ruxin followed Feng Caie out of the medical hall.
Yang Baichuan kept reminding them not to hurry from behind, pledging that he and the fifth would keep a close eye on his eldest sister-in-law.
In an elegant room near the window on the second floor of the Piaoxiang Tea House, diagonally opposite the medical hall, two handsome young men sat facing each other. One of them had unfocused eyes, which did not diminish his gracefulness in the least.