Qian Rouxuan appeared to be in a difficult position, as if there was something hard to say. Mrs. Leng pressed her further, "Rouxuan, are you facing some kind of difficulty? If something's wrong, you can tell me!"
"Ah, Auntie, it's really not a big deal. It's just that I brought my child back to the country to visit my mother.
Last night, when she found out that John was with you, she's already asked me several times when I'd bring him back. You know her health isn't great, so I'm feeling a bit torn."
Mrs. Leng could understand but was still reluctant to send her grandson back. "I see. We understand, too. When a person gets to a certain age, they especially love having the younger generation around them.
I remember you have an older brother, don't you? Doesn't his family have any children?"
Qian Rouxuan's expression twisted with pain. "Auntie, to be honest with you, my older brother's family hasn't had any children to this day. That's why my mother treasures John so much.
