"Grandma, do you mean that Jianxiong fujitang will let me marry the tea fragrance of fujitang?" Rong Xiaoyu guessed cleverly.

old lady Rong leaned against the bed, nodded her head, and said, "grandma is old, but her eyes are not flowery. She likes you. I can see that what I'm afraid of is that he proposed the marriage."

"grandma, I won't agree." Rong refused.

"grandma knows you won't agree, but what about your cooperation plan?" Old lady Rong asked uneasily. She knew that Rong Xiaoyu would be the answer.

"grandma, if Fujita Jianxiong asks for this, I will think of another way. I can't marry Tangcha Xiang. What I like...