Sister-in-law Liangbao was a woman of few words, so she was really curious about what she would say.
Qiao Ye, "In poverty, no one asks about you in a bustling market, while in wealth, distant relatives appear even in the mountains."
Qiao Qingyu couldn't help but laugh. Had the conversation really come full circle?
She then asked Qiao Ye, "Da Niu, if Little Sister asked you, suppose Qiao Feng preferred the old you instead of the current you, would that mean he is not a social climber?"
Confusion flickered in Qiao Ye's eyes. What was she like before?
People say that as you walk along, you forget the path you came by, and as you walk, you forget what you used to be like, but she would never forget.
A few years ago, she was a genuine farm girl, hands rough from frequent farm work, complexion darkened by the wind and the sun.
Back then, her biggest dream was to buy a bottle of face cream at a town store, and then to enjoy a baked bun.
