Zhou Yongxian gave her grandson a white-eyed look and mysteriously said, "Age isn't a problem, I'll create a backdoor for you."
"..." Is that the proper way to use the phrase 'creating a backdoor'?
"Leave everything else to me." Zhou Yongxian turned to Yuan Xueshan, "Since Bei Jiang has no objections, you should stop resisting and think about how to make the wedding more lively."
"Alright, Mom!" Yuan Xueshan could only shake her head towards Huo Jinlan and agree. Even though she loves her daughter, it is clear to her that her son, being her own flesh and blood, always takes precedence.
She could tell that her son's feelings for Jiang Nanfei were different. A mother knows her child best—his gaze when he looked at the girl was something she had never seen before.
