Mrs. Jin's gaze carried a mix of tenderness and resignation. Xu Jiaojiao listened attentively, knowing that in Mrs. Jin's heart, Jin Jing was always a child who never grew up. However, in many matters, what ought to be tolerated had already been tolerated, so subconsciously many things underwent a change.
"Jin Jing and I both need to have more patience with each other."
As she spoke, her eyes carried a hint of resignation. She seriously scrutinized the other's gaze, revealing a deep color of helplessness in her own eyes, and then continued, "Auntie, you don't need to worry. Sometimes my approach isn't quite right either, and I'll reflect on it."
Mrs. Jin didn't have any real dislike for Xu Jiaojiao, especially after such a thing happened to her son, she felt apologetic towards her in her heart. Even with the sense of guilt, the child in that woman's belly belonged to the Jin Family, and regardless, the child must be kept.
