Song Changxuan let out a deep sigh. "All this shouting and fighting every day, aren't you afraid of setting a bad example for Xuan?"
Thinking of her son, the displeasure on Ge Qiutang's face lessened considerably. "My son certainly won't learn anything bad," she said.
Right, she had a son. What did that Ji woman have to compare with her?
She glared at her husband and said curtly, "I'm going to pick up our son. I'll bring your change of clothes over in a bit."
Only after she left did Qiao Shaoguo turn to Song Changxuan. "Changxuan, everyone says Ge Qiutang is a wild one, but she still takes good care of you. Since you chose to take responsibility back then and now have a son, it would be better to rein in some of those thoughts."
