Zhao Yulan was gluing a matchbox, her mouth had never stopped moving, and the more she thought about it, the happier she became. She couldn't help but nudge Lin Baohe, "Baohe, we are really blessed."
"Indeed." Lin Baohe smiled contentedly, "Our daughter is filial, our son-in-law is filial; isn't that a blessing?"
"Exactly, just think about when Xia Gang was born, he was just a tiny thing, crying weakly like a little kitten. Aunt Zhong used to say Xia Gang couldn't be raised easily, looking at his face, he seemed to be a child without blessings, saying her Zhong Hongying was so much better.
But what now? Where isn't our Xia better than her Zhong Hongying? Whether it's about work or the marriage prospects, can she compare? I'll see if she ever dares to badmouth our Xia in front of me again, people really do get their comeuppance!"
