Fu Jingshen spoke in an orderly manner.
Yuan Lang nodded upon hearing this and immediately responded, "Alright... you arrange, we feel at ease."
The old Fu patriarch rarely saw Yuan Lang and was in an exceptionally good mood. He actively raised his hand to pat Yuan Lang on the shoulder, excitedly saying, "My in-law... come, I have so much I want to talk to you about... let's have a chat."
"Okay..."
...
Yuan Shan's mind was restless, and her complexion was ugly. Ning Ai quickly asked upon seeing this, "What's wrong? Your face doesn't look very good."
"No... it's nothing... Mom, I just didn't rest well."
"Well, that's good then."
Ning Ai always felt guilt towards her precious daughter.
So even if... as Yuan Shan grew older, she became more arrogant and lacked manners, making havoc daily... Ning Ai... would still consider her past guilt and didn't scrutinize it as stringently as Yuan Lang would.