After talking it over with Yang Yunyan and Jiang He, Yang Zhengshan called Jiang Miao over the next day, wanting to ask her opinion.
In the study, Jiang Miao, dressed in a red skirt, burst in like a gust of wind and fire. "Grandfather, you were looking for Miao'er!"
With the little girl in red, pretty and bright as a flower, traces of Yang Yunyan could be seen in her brows and eyes.
Looking at the little girl, Yang Zhengshan smiled affectionately. "You walk as if someone were chasing you!"
"If Grandfather is looking for me, of course I have to be quick!" Jiang Miao smiled sweetly and came up to Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan reached out and rubbed the little girl's head. "Miao'er has grown up!"
Jiang Miao giggled, but her eyes fell on the fruit plate on the desk. "Grandfather, is this for Miao'er?"
In the fruit plate were red-purple grapes that looked very tasty. What Jiang Miao liked eating most was grapes, probably because when she was little, Yang Zhengshan often stuffed grapes into her mouth.
"Mm, eat," Yang Zhengshan said, pushing the fruit plate in front of Jiang Miao.
Jiang Miao sat down, picked up the grapes, and began eating.
"What does Miao'er think of your Martial Uncle An?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
In terms of seniority, Jiang Miao had to address An Chenhui as Martial Uncle. If the two were to marry, their seniority would be a little mismatched, but that was not a major problem.
"Martial Uncle An?" Jiang Miao tilted her head and thought about it. "Martial Uncle An is very good."
This girl probably still did not understand affection between men and women. In her heart, it was probably just that everyone in the family was very good.
"Then are you willing to