Xiaofeng listened to Yan Junmei's somewhat harsh words, her eyes flickered.
As a mother, she could understand Yan Junmei.
Any mother watching her son lying injured in bed couldn't stay calm.
"Mom, Yecheng doesn't need me to care for him at home all day, we still have the servants." Xiaofeng picked up Dabao, this little cute, day by day, eats then sleeps, sleeps then eats, yet never seems to get chubby.
"Listen to what you're saying." Hearing Xiaofeng's words, Yan Junmei was furious, "Yecheng is your husband, and given his condition, you as his wife should naturally take full responsibility for his care. What are you saying now? You don't want to take care of Yecheng anymore, do you? Xiaofeng, let me tell you, until our Yecheng is better, I definitely won't agree to you marrying anyone else; give up on that idea."
