Jia Xiufang felt like there was something indescribable going on between Qian and Yu Minglang. Although it's a bit of hindsight, as a mother, there are some things she has to say.
Qian felt really wronged.
She still had her integrity, who wants to listen to a menopausal woman's after-the-fact rant?
"Mom, I understand everything you're saying. Girls need to be self-respecting and self-loving, have control over their own waistband. The earlier it drops, the later happiness comes, right?"
Jia Xiufang slapped the table. "You're making me even angrier with this! You understand all the principles, so why can't you do them?"
"How have I not done them? I have!"
"Nonsense! I regret not keeping a closer eye on you. It's a good thing the Yu Family didn't bring this up, otherwise what would you say!"
Qian listened to her harp on about the same thing over and over, and after a while, her eyelids started to droop.
"I'm going to check on Dalong's homework."
