"Miss Zhao, you're here to see my Jiang Xi, right? Hurry up and enter the house, my family is poor, I hope you don't mind." Yang Fen cautiously wiped her hands on her waist and hurriedly went to pour some water. From the corner of her eye, she saw Zhao Yingying's skin was as white as snow, and she was very pretty. Her family was also from a powerful family in Jing City. Jiang Si had said that if he could marry Zhao Yingying, his whole family would be able to benefit from it. With this in mind, Yang Fen's attitude toward Zhao Yingying became even warmer.
"My family is made up of farmers, so we're not very good with words. I'll call my fourth son, Jiang Si, over. He's studying in town, so he's good with words," Yang Fen said with a smile as if there was no one at home to entertain Zhao Yingying.
