Jiang Yingqiu's lips curled into a sarcastic smile and she looked at Miao Cuilan. "You can't put it that way. He married a wife to have someone to spend his life with and not to compare whether he dotes on his wife or his mother more. If I'm afraid that she steals my son's heart, he might as well not marry and be single for his whole life. In this way, no woman will snatch your sons with you all. Don't say such things anymore in the future. If it spreads, it will be hard for your sons to find a wife!"
Everyone's expression froze and they could not utter a word.
Jiang Yingqiu smirked at their reactions and continued to sew her clothes slowly. "As a mother, of course, I hope that my son can lead a stable life. He is already being filial to me by knowing how to pacify and marry a wife without needing me to be worried over such matters.