Ye Qianzhi leaned against the window, peering curiously through the narrow gap at everything in the courtyard.,As the old saying goes: "Parents' words are matchmakers' decrees." Even though Ye Qianzhi just crossed over and didn't even know the situation clearly, she understood that what made her head spin wasn't these two people in front of her.,So Ye Qianchi, the poor little thing with her father dead, her mother remarried, and no one to care for her, had a pitiful head.。