The next day, after Chuxia and the others went to school, Zhao Yulan talked to Old Lady Zhao about what her daughter had said last night. As she spoke, she glanced worriedly at her little grandson. "Mom, do you think Beibei's eyes look a bit swollen?"
Old Lady Zhao examined her little great-grandson for a moment and shook her head with a smile: "Oh, you're really overthinking it. He's such a small child; crying for a while wouldn't make his eyes swell."
"Ah..." Zhao Yulan sighed, "I didn't sleep well last night; all I could hear was Beibei's crying. If I hadn't promised Chuxia not to interfere, I would've taken Beibei to my room to watch over him myself."
"Yulan, I really have to say something to you about this..." Old Lady Zhao looked at her daughter seriously, "Think about what Chuxia has done in the past two years. Has she been unreliable?"
Without thinking, Zhao Yulan quickly responded: "Not at all."
