"How could Grandma dislike you? She doesn't even have enough time to love you," Old Madam Moh sighed as she drank her tea, looking at Luo Hongying's sensible demeanor. "Ah, what a pity..."
"Don't sigh, Grandma," Luo Qiangwei said with a smile, "I'll work hard with Shiche to give you a chubby great-grandson; then our home will be lively."
"Don't just talk the talk!" Old Madam Moh glanced at her and, after a moment's thought, still added some beef to her plate. "First, eat more and fatten yourself up—you're too thin. How can you give birth like this!"
Luo Qiangwei bent her lips into a sweet smile, "Yes, thank you, Grandma."
As she listened to their dialogue, Luo Hongying was so angry she almost bit through her lip. She looked up, only to meet Luo Qiangwei's gaze.
Luo Qiangwei's face remained smiling, and she kept smiling as she looked at her, but her eyes were as cold as ice knives.
