Mu Ziquan and his grandfather were sitting at the dining table when they noticed his aunt didn't look well. "Aunt, what's wrong?"
"I'm just so happy to see your leg getting better that I could cry." Mu Qingtong's eyes couldn't help but redden as her nephew showed his concern.
She didn't want her dad and nephew to know about the upsetting things that had happened, so she lied.
"Aunt, you shouldn't focus all your attention on me. You should pay more attention to Uncle and my cousins."
"Ziquan is right. Qingtong, you need to pay more attention to He Ming and your sons. Your second son is already of marrying age, but your eldest still doesn't have a girlfriend."
Mr. Mu lectured his daughter earnestly. He had spent his whole life worrying about her family.
He and his son had always doted on her as she grew up, so she had a very simple and naive personality, without a shred of cunning.
Her son-in-law was even more pedantic than he was, rigid in his ways and completely inflexible.
