Madam Lu stiffened a bit: "How can you expect me to make decisions? You're the child's father, I'm just the grandmother. I'm a generation removed from the child! The child will definitely be closer to the father, you!"
"Because I see that you consider this child more important than your life, of course, I rely on you. Previously, I didn't bother with these trifles, but now I want to ask, why do you love this child so much? You don't like me, your son, do you?"
Madam Lu's heart skipped a beat, her temple pounding. She felt that Lu Lingche had sensed something was wrong!
She pretended to be sad and sighed: "Nonsense, you're my son, how can I not like you?"
"Sometimes I am indeed strict with you, but you have to understand, all is for your own good, when I reproach or scold you, it's just because I worry you will go astray. I've been pouring my heart out, you can't be so heartless!"
