"Mama..." Wei Jiani was not even two years old, and her speech was still staggered and unclear. She clutched her mother's fingers tightly, coming across as quite delicate and cute.
"Yes, Mama is here, Mama is here."
Sang Zhilan cooed at her daughter with care, aware that her health was considerably fragile and that she would often drift back to sleep within minutes.
"How is that affair progressing?" Wei Tian, taking advantage of Wei Jiani's sleep, pressed Sang Zhilan further. "The hospital bills are still outstanding. When will you finalize the divorce with Tang Zhinian?"
"It's almost done," Sang Zhilan said, not particularly eager to discuss the matter, "We had agreed nicely that after our divorce, Yuxin would live with me, and he'd give me five hundred yuan. Then he would continue to give me a hundred yuan each month. But now, Yuxin refuses to stay with me for some reason."
