Wang Fengqiao was walking around in a daze in the courtyard, feeling a mixture of emotions. One moment, she was happy for her brother and Father Lu, the next, she was worried about how her brother might perform in front of the old leader, and then she was thinking about how to flaunt this to their fellow villagers. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her face alternating between joy and sorrow. If Feng Qingxue didn't know better, she might have taken her for a lunatic.
Fearing that her sister-in-law might lose her mind overthinking, Feng Qingxue blocked the wind from her daughter with a small cloak. Meanwhile, she asked, "Auntie, we were so busy yesterday that I forgot to ask you about your family. Did you finish everything at home before coming here? How are the children?"
At her question, Wang Fengqiao came back to her senses. She sat on a small stool next to Feng Qingxue and held Fubao in her arms.
