Liu Zewei's mother is a woman who looks shrewd.
And the father's status at home should be inferior to the mother's.
He might even be the typical henpecked husband.
Both of them were anxiously watching the door of the treatment room.
A little apprehensive.
Liu Zewei's mother Miao Yongzhen was pacing back and forth beside them, muttering under her breath: "What should we do about this? We can't afford for anything to go wrong!"
Back and forth she went.
Looking somewhat anxious.
Liu Xun couldn't help but say: "Alright, take a break, or you'll worry yourself sick even if nothing happens to the child."
Miao Yongzhen seemed to find an outlet: "That's your child in there, aren't you worried?"
"I'm worried, how could I not be worried?"
"You're the same, not caring about big or small matters at home!"
...
Once Miao Yongzhen started, she couldn't stop.
Liu Xun felt helpless.
Why did I have to open my mouth? Wasn't it just asking for trouble?
