Aunt Qin asked this question.
Tong Dajiao is impressive, quietly accepting County Magistrate Liu as her godson.
The air was filled with a lemon scent.
The villagers looked at Tong Huaqiong with eyes full of envy and jealousy.
No wonder Tong Dajiao managed to open a pastry shop in Yan Guan Town within a few months; she had already clung to County Magistrate Liu's leg.
"It's just kids talking nonsense," Tong Huaqiong modestly waved her hand and shook her head, saying, "Who is County Magistrate Liu? Could he call me godmother? Folks, let's not spread rumors. There's nothing of the sort!"
"Oh, Tong Dajiao, you're still playing it low-key," someone joked while laughing.
Tong Huaqiong chuckled, then suddenly furrowed her brows and said, "County Magistrate Liu came to our village certainly to guide farming, so everyone, please don't speak carelessly."
Yan Pozi was so frightened she didn't dare to breathe loudly, and gently signaled Xu Da to carry Xu Si home.
