"Mom, don't be like this, it's just a piece of clothing. I'll make one for you every year. Han Yi knows about it, and he agrees."
"Xiao Yi... he—" Shen Qing became even more agitated at this point. "He knows you made clothes for me."
Lin Wan nodded guiltily.
"Good, good. Truly good."
"Why are you crying? We've poured our hearts out to him. One day, he'll know how good we are."
"Yes... these years... "
"Hu Bin, get out here!" Shen Qing hadn't finished speaking when there was a thumping sound at the door.
There's no need to open the door; they already know who's there.
Hu Dong quickly tidied up the clothes and hid them in the room, then locked all the bedroom doors.
Seeing Hu Dong act this way, Lin Wan thought this might happen often.
Why does the mother-in-law still come to make a fuss? Is she unwilling to let the younger son live independently?
