The more Madam thought about Song Zhiyuan's words, the more she felt a deep discomfort in her heart, and her eyes began to turn red.
"Fang Mama, do you think I've disappointed him? He wouldn't go looking for some understanding flower because of this, would he?" Madam said with reddened eyes.
Fang Mama helplessly replied, "In my old opinion, it's the Prime Minister's good temperament over the years that has spoiled you, so your temperament remains like that of a young lady in the boudoir. You are already a grandmother, and here you are worried about your husband taking a concubine with old me? Let me say something bold, Madam, you are being overly sentimental."
Madam turned pale: "Mama!"
