Li Yuchun truly wished for Fang Xiu and her husband to do well, but after hearing what Fang Ping'an said, she couldn't help but complain, "Old man, why would you speak like that, isn't Zhiming also out working in the provincial city now? Given some time, he'll probably be just as good as Zhiyong, and we can rely on them to take care of us when we're old."
"You think too highly of it. Looking at Zhiming that way, I don't see him ever amounting to much in this lifetime. Initially, it was Xiu'er who insisted on marrying him; I never approved." Fang Ping'an said and then sighed heavily,
"Zhiming is spoiled by Luo Dashan and his wife at home, having no sense of responsibility. And before marrying Xiu'er, who knows how many village girls he'd been involved with. If he can treat Xiu'er better in the future, that would satisfy me. Relying on him for our old age care probably won't be that fortunate."
