After hearing what Mrs. Xiao said, the old woman raised her eyelids.
She knew her son-in-law's family background inside and out, so she immediately recognized the woman. This was the birth mother who'd been willing to sell her own son for money.
"Heh heh, so you're my son-in-law's mother. Is there something you need? I'm terribly sorry, but that boy, Xiao Wen, isn't home. If you have business, you can tell me just the same." The old woman's lips twitched; she wasn't particularly fond of these rather unpresentable in-laws.
Of course, the only reason she could be so pleasant to Mrs. Xiao was that she felt a sliver of gratitude. If the Old Xiao Family hadn't disowned their son, how could her daughter have found such a doting man? How could her family have found such a perfect son-in-law? For that reason alone, the old woman had to show Mrs. Xiao some courtesy.
