"Auntie, you don't have to worry. Experts in cosmetics abroad said my face will be fine. It will heal in a short time." Lin Pingping didn't want to worry the old Mrs. Mo, whatever her age.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mo at last sighed relief, "That's good, that's good." After a pause, she continued: " Pingping, I hope you won't hesitate to tell your auntie anything you find difficult!"
Lin Pingping nodded, "Hmm, I know, Auntie."
Mrs. Mo then asked, "By the way? Is Hong Bin treating you well?" Do your in-laws give you a hard time?"
When Pingping saw her auntie worrying about her, she felt the urge to cry, but she held it in.
"Yes, they are treating me well! Especially Hong Bin. I'm such a beautiful woman he married, he wouldn't dare to treat me badly."
She and Hong Bin were in a love marriage. At that time, Hong Bin's family had nothing. His parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters all lived in a tiny 30 square meter house provided by his father's office.
