Huang Jiru was a person whom one could inquire about to see whether Jiang's mother had exaggerated or not.
The thought struck her, on the one hand, because of this incident; on the other hand, Mrs. Yao was not like Mrs. Lu, who could be coaxed into forgiving and forgetting by Jiang's mother's flattery, easily erasing the other party's past misdeeds.
Thinking of letting bygones be bygones? No way.
While Mrs. Lu was silent, Mrs. Yao coughed twice and said, "Mrs. Jiang, Nannan's mother, has a kind nature. But truthfully speaking, Nannan and you have no relation whatsoever."
Jiang's mother had prepared thoroughly for today's occasion, lowering her stature to say, "Yes, I was wrong that time, I have admitted my mistake. Blind to the good at my doorstep, I foolishly turned my back on it."
Manman quietly poured tea into Mrs. Yao's cup, partly feeling that her husband's mother always had her eyes on the child in her belly.
