Mrs. Sheng put down the teacup in her hand, stood up slowly, and helped Sheng Jianan adjust his collar: "Do you even dare to ask me how I came? Jianan, tell me, how long has it been since you came home to have a meal with us? I know you're busy, but you used to come back at least once a week, and now?"
Mrs. Sheng sighed as she spoke: "Earlier, I thought you were unhappy with the marriage arrangement, so you didn't want to come back. But now you and Yanxi are doing pretty well, aren't you? Your grandfather is hospitalized, but you still have your father and me at home; is it something we did wrong that upset you?"
Sheng Jianan pulled out a smile, holding Mrs. Sheng's shoulders: "Since you've come all the way personally, I can't not go back."
