Soon, Uncle Zhang helped Old Madam upstairs.
Only Madam Mo and the housemaids were left in the living room.
Madam Mo was still sitting in her original seat with an awful expression.
She didn't think she was wrong.
On the contrary, she felt aggrieved.
She was devoted to her two sons, but both of them were unhappy with her because of women.
Madam Mo felt especially upset.
No one could understand her.
…
Upstairs.
Mo Yesi was afraid that Qiao Mianmian would be unhappy, so he immediately comforted his wife after closing the door.
"Mianmian, don't take Mom's words seriously." Mo Yesi sighed and said gently, "She doesn't know you, so she suspected you after seeing those rumors. But Grandma and I believe you."
"I actually don't care about this." Qiao Mianmian smiled and hugged him. "As long as my husband trusts me."
"Of course I believe you. Don't I know what kind of person my wife is?"
