Madam Jiang walked into Old Jiang's study and saw that he was organizing his clothes. She curled her lips into a smile, placed the coffee in her hand on Old Jiang's desk, then took over the task from his hands and neatly arranged his clothes.
"The little girl doesn't have any sense. She doesn't even know to tidy up your clothes before leaving."
Madam Jiang looked at the tall and straight figure of Old Jiang and nodded with satisfaction, a smile on her face and a gentle voice complaining about Geng Qiu's thoughtlessness.
"It's normal for her to be thoughtless, she's just a young girl. You... you aren't angry, are you?"
Old Jiang looked at his wife, who was smiling tenderly, gently took hold of her hand, and cozied it into his palm, gently kneading it.
