Mrs. Wang didn't mind either; in her eyes, Fu Tinghan's action was polite, not very close, but very respectful.
She focused on looking at her daughter and saw that she had grown a bit taller and looked even more radiant than before. She couldn't help but smile with joy and reached out to hold her hand, "Good, good, it's cold outside, quickly come back inside."
As soon as she pulled her, she noticed the calluses on Zhao Hanzhang's palm. She couldn't help but look down and felt distressed when she saw that her fingertips were slightly cracked.
Mrs. Wang was heartbroken, realizing that she had never suffered such hardship herself. With tears in her eyes, she held her hand tightly, "Quick, come inside, come inside."
Mrs. Wang had someone entertain Ji Yuan and Fu Tinghan while she pulled Zhao Hanzhang directly to the backyard, and Zhao Erlang followed along in confusion.
Mother must have something to say to them privately.
