"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Fang Zhi was somewhat incredulous. "What if allowing her to keep seeing the news about Su Wenjing only deepens her wounds?"
Mr. Fang replied earnestly, "That's why it's strong medicine, which you need to rush to try. If we continue in this tangled state, when will my daughter-in-law's inner knot ever unravel?"
Fang Zhi pondered for a moment, but did not dare to make a decision.
"Anyway, do as you see fit. As an old man, I can only give you advice; the specific decisions are up to you." Mr. Fang sighed.
Poor him. At his age, he still has to worry about his grandson's love life, even playing the role of a matchmaker, like a meddling old woman.
"Since we can't figure it out, let's go for a walk, just the two of us," Fang Zhi said, pushing a wheelchair out. "I'll push this wheelchair, in case you get tired, I can also push you home."
Mr. Fang felt belittled by his grandson, and he was a bit annoyed. "I won't need that contraption."
