The matchmaker, who had long since perfected a thick-skinned shamelessness to come and deliver a betrothal gift on behalf of Gong Jiabao, merely smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum at these words. "Oh, my dear young lady, you certainly know how to joke."
Pei You knitted her brows, pushed away the hand the matchmaker reached out to grab her, and ran into the main hall.
"Father..."
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