"How can you say it doesn't matter? These hands are a woman's second face. It's all Jingwu's fault for not protecting you properly!" Rhee glanced at his own son with a look of disgust.
Jian Qing, "..."
Poor Xiaojing!
On the side, Quan Hao placed the chicken soup and lunch he brought from home on the table, he even took the bowls and chopsticks to wash.
"Little Qingqing, go eat something first, don't starve yourself."
Jian Qing nodded with a smile, then walked towards the bed and reached out to Quan Jingwu.
"Xiaojing, let me help you."
Quan Jingwu smirked and took her hand. Jian Qing slowed her pace and helped him walk to the sofa.
Rhee looked at the two helping each other with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
Indeed, a daughter-in-law is simply adorable.
As soon as they sat down, Rhee poured soup for both of them.
"Drink plenty to replenish your strength. I've been simmering this for hours."
There is a kind of hunger that's felt when your mother thinks you're hungry.
