Mu Qingxin thought that Old Madam Jiang wouldn't appear again, at least not so soon, but she saw her again the next day. She had changed into a new outfit, carrying thermal lunch boxes in both hands.
"Old Madam, you are…"
Old Madam Jiang walked over to Mu Qingxin with a cold expression, "You are carrying the Jiang family's bloodline in your belly. I can't just stand by and do nothing. I heard from the doctor this time that the child's nutrition isn't keeping up, so I brought some food today. Come on! Why are you still standing in the cold wind? It doesn't matter if you freeze, but my grandchild must not catch a chill."
"...Old Madam, the child is still too small, we can't tell its gender yet. It could be a little girl."
She feared they might favor boys over girls. After all, it was her child, and she couldn't bear to see them neglected.
She thought that if they truly favor boys over girls, it would be better for the child to stay with her.
