When Han Qiao heard this question…
Her expression was still gentle and she had a smile on her face, "They're still young. Their father and I want to live for a few more years. We're not in a hurry to decide on their marriage."
As Han Qiao spoke, she picked up a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. She said with a hint of sadness, "In the early years, my daughters followed me and suffered a lot in my former husband's family. Now that they're finally living a good life, I want them to stay by my side and dote on them for a few more years."
"If they get married early, they'll have to move to their husband's house. I'm very reluctant."
Han Qiao did not hide the fact that she remarried.
This matter could not be hidden. After all, none of the madams present were stupid.
They had already inquired about her past clearly.
She couldn't hide it.
She might as well tear open the wound and squeeze out the pus.