Zhang Xiaoying smiled as she took it, "How could Mom disdain such a gift with memorial significance? I knew you girls were clever and would surely make a velvet flower. As for the wasted silk threads, that's not an issue at all, Mom is willing to cover for you."
"Mom, you're so kind." Xu Qiaoqiao hugged Zhang Xiaoying's arm and leaned against her.
Lin's wife looked on with envy, wanting to be as close to Zhang Xiaoying but not daring to, after all, she was just a daughter-in-law, not a daughter.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoying also pulled her into her embrace, "As long as you girls are sensible and filial, not causing me worry like before, I can treat all of you as my daughters!"
Lin's wife, who had never felt a mother's love, suddenly felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and her nose began to tingle slightly.
She leaned gently against Zhang Xiaoying, her eyes quietly moistened.
"Thank you, Mom," Lin's wife said softly.
