Matriarch Lin glanced at the beautiful and precious jade Buddha in Old Master Lin's hands, then at the broken pair of socks she received.
She gritted her teeth. She was so angry that she felt fire was burning in her heart. However, because of Lin Wanwan's words, she was unable to flare up.
In the end, Old Master Lin was the one who stopped this commotion.
"Forget it. Wanwan's filial piety to the two of us is the same. Gifts are just a way of expressing that and it's not important. Ok, let's start eating."
A row of people moved to the restaurant. Because of the gift, Matriarch Lin and Lin Siqing were still feeling a little unhappy.
At the dining table, Matriarch Lin looked at Lin Siqing and asked with a smile, "Siqing's hitting eighteen years soon, right?"
"Yes, three more months to eighteen."