They say a daughter is her mother's little padded jacket, always close to her heart. Since she's the mother, whatever she says, the daughter ought to at least listen and take it to heart.
Hearing her mother say these things, Yang Qiu's eyes grew hot. Having a mother really was wonderful—she might nag a bit, but she was someone who genuinely cared about you from the bottom of her heart. Yang Qiu hooked her arm through her mother's and squeezed it tighter. "Mom, I know, I'll choose carefully. I promise I'll pick a good one for you—a son-in-law who will honor you."
Hearing that, Yang Ming's mother beamed. "Really?"
"Mm, really. If I meet someone suitable, I'll marry him," Yang Qiu replied.
