““Bah! Doesn’t matter. Don’t want him for our Ayah. She should marry within her kind, a good Chinese boy—” Mari had to smile. Mr. Hsu rarely took to foreigners, and this was yet another proof of how easy it was for Ayah to worm her way into people’s hearts. She was just so…sweet. Even when she was also so freaking stubborn, she was just too sweet about it. “You do remember she’s American, right?” Mari teased. “No,” Mr. Hsu snapped, “I don’t.” He ended the call.””
