"This Ning girl seems to be quite impressive," Mrs. Meng said while arranging the pillow.
"How did you figure that out?" Zhuang Yutian raised his eyes, poured a glass of tea, and handed it to Mrs. Meng.
"When I was talking to her earlier, she was calm and composed, and her eyes were clear. She's certainly more mature than most girls her age, neither overly shy nor overly forward, which is quite rare."
Ms. Meng laughed, "The most important part is that when I mentioned giving her a purse earlier, she neither showed excessive joy nor refusal. It seemed that she was uncertain about my intentions and did not jump to conclusions. This shows that she's not reckless in her actions."
"She's still so young, yet she handles matters like an adult. You told me she takes good care of her grandmother, and her tofu shop is also doing well. It seems this Ning girl is not a simple one. In the future, she may be very blessed."