Su Dajiang just had a surgery, so it was quite inconvenient for him to go out in the winter.
His wife and daughter supported him, one on each side, for fear that he would fall and aggravate his wound.
"Yanyan, go and borrow Uncle Yuan's tricycle. Let's use the tricycle. Your father won't be able to take the public bus like this," said Wei Guiqin.
"I think we should take a taxi." Su Hanyan looked at the cold weather. Would it not be too cold to take a tricycle? "Dad just had a surgery, and his body is too frail to withstand the cold."
"Just add two more blankets." Wei Guiqin calculated the money. Since her third son had yet to marry, she was saving the money for him.
Su Hanyan really admired the extent of her mother's stinginess. The latter treated her son better than her husband. Her heart was entirely devoted to her son.
