Qiao Chengxun did not respond. Whoever is good to Meimei, that's where he will go, that is his stance.
Seeing Qiao Shao like this, Mu Zhuoshen knew that everything he said was in vain, and reluctantly played the peacemaker.
"Alright, I'll be your mediator just this once. Later, I'll talk to your parents; they're not the type to be utterly inflexible. Just don't be impulsive, and don't think about marrying into her family again!"
Qiao Chengxun said, "Meimei has lost a lot of hair, is that normal?"
Mu Zhuoshen turned to look at Wen Meimei's head, and sure enough, it seemed balder than he expected, "Many women lose hair during postpartum confinement, that's normal. But... your wife seems to be losing a bit too much hair?"
The hair on top is completely gone, it looks quite severe.
Qiao Chengxun instinctively held his wife's small hand, and fear welled up, "Meimei... will she be okay?"
