Xu Changqing didn't think she'd said anything wrong. She just found it odd that Shen Weimin had returned to the county town and come over again when it wasn't even Sunday. And he'd even brought a large burlap sack with him.
But Shen Weimin was increasingly winning Old Mrs. Xu's favor, so even Bai Xiulan, standing to the side, shot her tactless daughter a disapproving glare.
"Grandma, it's alright. She's just worried it's inconvenient for me to travel back and forth. She's afraid I'll get tired; she's just concerned about me. I went to see our father yesterday. You should sit down and listen too."
'Alright.'
'As long as you think that way, it's fine.'
Old Mrs. Xu was so delighted she couldn't stop grinning.
"No rush, let's talk after we finish eating." As she spoke, Bai Xiulan pulled her daughter over and had her sit down. "She's gone now. Mom heard that she seemed to be asking for your help?"
"Who was that?"
