"Alright, I'm very at ease. With Si Yu not here, Zaozao and Chenchen, you'll have to put in more effort as their grandma." Meng Jin felt a bit sorry for his son, who often couldn't take care of his own family.
"I know all that already. But you, don't overwork yourself day and night. Even if you were made of iron, you couldn't withstand it." Mo Xiaolin looked at Meng Jin with worry in her eyes. Although he was only fifty, he seemed older than his peers, with some gray hair at his temples.
Mr. Meng's health was deteriorating, and most of the company's affairs were managed by Meng Jin.
Meng Jin's dedication to the company was unwavering. Before finding Mo Xiaolin, he had devoted most of his life to the company. After finding Mo Xiaolin and having a son, daughter-in-law, and now also grandchildren, Meng Jin would take vacations at times, unlike before when he just wanted to stay at the company.
