Zhao Wensheng, pinching the frame of his glasses, didn't say her remark was poorly made, nor that it wasn't. He just lightly curled the corners of his mouth with a smile like the stormy sky.
Those people were indecisive, but anyway, Jiang's mother wasn't there for them. After taking a few steps to Fang Min, she switched countenances and said, "Doctor Fang, I've already discussed this with you over the phone. You see, when would be a good time for me to bring my daughter-in-law over?"
"I'm afraid I can't be of much help," Fang Min declined.
