After Luo Yuzhu asked that question, she was somewhat worried that Su Xiaofeng might say something she shouldn't have. Seeing her agree so readily relieved her significantly.
Yes, Xiaofeng was her own child, and deep down, her character was still just like hers.
Water flows downwards, people strive upwards, Xiaofeng surely understood this principle.
Watching Luo Yuzhu enter the house with Luo Xiaofeng, a displeasure flashed through Lin Jing's eyes, "Grandma, if it weren't for Su Xiaofeng agreeing to marry into the Wu Family for me, I would never have let her set foot inside the Lin Family's gate."
She was just a country bumpkin who grew up in the countryside, willing to marry anyone for money, not even afraid of catching leprosy.
"Jingjing, it's just a short stay, not a big deal," the old Mrs. Lin glanced at her granddaughter, "Besides, the Wu Family originally intended to marry you. Now that Su Xiaofeng can replace you, it's all good for us."
