Qiao's mother started being preemptive again, previously claiming she would go back to the countryside to live, entirely because she feared her son's anger, so she hid herself away.
She thought to herself: Even if her son was angry, he wouldn't run to their hometown to hit his own mother, right? Wouldn't that be a joke to the whole family?
So many days have passed; surely her son's anger should have diminished a bit, right? Therefore, she had to come back for her grandson!
"Mom, are you serious?" Qiao Junnan sneered. "Why do I feel that you don't have much affection for my son?"
"Who says I don't have much affection for my eldest grandson?" Qiao's mother retorted. "If I didn't care for my grandson, would I spend so much money to find someone to take care of him?"
