Fang Lingwei looked at Song Zhen with deep remorse, "I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong. I won't make the same mistakes again. Don't worry about me. It's just that I still need some psychological adjustments. I will gradually learn to calm my mind, step by step."
Song Zhen was so busy every day and rarely had a day off; how could Fang Lingwei keep him to help her practice walking?
She weighed at least a hundred kilograms. Falling once, tipping over, needing to be picked up again—it would be very tiring to go back and forth.
Song Zhen offered a reassuring smile, "Mom, as the saying goes, a son-in-law is like half a son. Treat me as if I were your own son, and ask me to do anything you want. There are some things that Zhouzhou, being a girl, might be better equipped to assist you with. But there are others where a son must do his duty, and I, Song Zhen, shall not shirk from such responsibilities."
Lan Baozhen was deeply moved.
