"How did I mess up? You even brought her home to sleep, and now you're shirking responsibility?" The old lady pursed her lips and innocently retorted.
At first, she didn't know which family's girl her son had brought home until she pressed him about the skin graft surgery. Her son, who was as tight-lipped as a clam, finally spilled the beans.
The girl he met during the fire incident?
The old lady slapped her thigh and burst into laughter. Isn't this Lulu? She remembered her as a good girl.
So, after gathering some information, hoping to surprise her son, she invited Wang Lu over.
Unexpectedly, now her son blames her for being a matchmaker gone rogue.
"Zijin, I already know about this. It doesn't hurt to confirm it in front of me today. At least give Lulu a rightful status or something. You see, Douya is so young without a mother. You go to work, and only Maggie is with him. How pitiful." The old lady pleaded, bringing up her grandson.
