Mrs. Zhou, whom Mr. Zhou had guided to a nearby stone bench, looked at her husband's confused expression and burst into tears. "No, it's not that," she cried. "I'm just so scared!"
Seeing his wife crying so hard, Mr. Zhou said gently, "Don't cry. Tell me slowly. What are you afraid of?"
Mrs. Zhou roughly wiped her tears with her sleeve and grabbed Mr. Zhou's arm. "Husband, you've seen it these past few months. Our daughter has been spoiled rotten. She's already thirty, but she's as naive as a little girl who's never seen the world. Our son-in-law has money and connections now. What if... what if one day his heart changes? What will our daughter do? She's so simple and honest. I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it!"
