The Jiang mother should be in her early fifties, but she looked like she was in her forties. She had an oval face, fair skin, and delicate, gentle features. She was draped in a light purple jacket. Judging by her appearance, she must have been a great beauty when she was young. Jiang Jinghuai had mentioned her heart condition, and as expected, there was indeed a frailty about her, exuding an elegant and somber demeanor.
When Jiang mother saw her son and thought of her grandson, she immediately looked down at the ground. The moment her eyes fell on the little one dressed in red and black, with cherubic cheeks, lips like red cherries, and pearl-white teeth, a flash of astonishment crossed her gaze. She crouched down, placing a gentle hand on the little boy's shoulder, her voice trembling: "Th-this is my grandson?" She raised her eyes to ask Jiang Jinghuai.
Tian Sangsang felt ignored. From the moment she arrived until now, her mother-in-law hadn't spared her a proper glance.
