Cheng Weiyue looked at Jiang Jinran's bright red hair and could only feel that it was too eye-catching, giving her a headache.
Cheng Cunzheng came out from the inner room, holding a calligraphy brush in one hand. He called out to Jiang Jinran, "Xiao Jiang, come take a look, I've written a piece of calligraphy, to gift your grandfather."
"Sure thing, Uncle, I'm coming," Jiang Jinran said with enthusiasm.
Cheng Weiyue felt that these three people really got along harmoniously, as if she had nothing to do with it.
Only after Jiang Jinran had been pulled into the inner room by Cheng Cunzheng did Zhao Ruolan walk over to Cheng Weiyue with a happy face, grabbing her hand and saying, "Later on you should talk more with Jiang Jinran, dear Yueyue, Mom's judgment of people isn't off, that boy is really good."
Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhao Ruolan with amusement, "Mom, can you not play matchmaker?"