The guests in the Zheng family's room were anxiously waiting, and as soon as they saw Qiu Shuping and her son come in with a cardboard box marked "Donations," they hurriedly greeted them.
"Hongqi, you're okay, right?" Zheng Guilin was timid. Ever since she knew her man was going to con people with his mother, her heart had been all over the place. Now that she saw them return, she finally felt a sense of relief.
However, her concern sounded a bit irksome to Li Hongqi. What was there to worry about? He was fine. "It's nothing, you just worry too much."
"Xiaolan, Hongqi and the others have been tired all day. Hurry up and get some hot water for them to wash up." The mother Zheng was a shrewd person; she could tell her daughter had displeased her son-in-law, so she quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She had no choice; despite all her teaching, her daughter still lacked tact. What to do?
