In the main hall, a round wooden table was set with three dishes and a soup, steaming hot.
Song Qin took a bite of rice, her cloudy eyes scanning the young couple across from her. Although she didn't know what had happened, she felt that the two weren't as affectionate as before.
After the meal, she pulled Lin Qiao into the room, her face full of concern, "Qiao'er, is Tingfan bullying you?"
Lin Qiao was slightly puzzled and shook her head, "No."
A silent pressure of life and death weighed on her, though.
"Don't try to deceive Grandma, Grandma can see it, have you two been quarreling? If you have, I'll talk to Niu Niu."
Song Qin lovingly patted her head, feeling somewhat guilty, "When you agreed to marry Tingfan, your Grandpa and I were both happy and worried. Happy that the two of you would have someone to rely on in the future, worried that Tingfan might not treat you well, concerned you would be wronged, and over these years, you've worried too much."
