Old Lady Ning learned from her sons about Stone's marriage, and they even prepared a house over there. Her calculative intent was all too obvious in her eyes.
They were now living in a bungalow, while many neighbors had moved into spacious and bright apartments thanks to their children's accomplishments, which she had envied for a long time.
If they acknowledged the grandson in the future, could she also move in with her youngest son and enjoy a comfortable life?
The more she thought about it, the happier she felt, looking at her youngest son: "A three-bedroom is great, it would be perfect for us all to live there."
Ning Ziping's face remained indifferent, and he did not reply.
Wang Hailan, on the side, wore a look of complete sarcasm, thinking to herself, this old lady sure knows how to daydream.
