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Mother Mo looked at her son, then at her daughter-in-law, feeling so uneasy.
Mo Weiqin, regardless of what his mother thought, went over and whispered to his wife, "I'll heat up the food, you go back to the room and rest for a while."
Listening to her son speaking to her daughter-in-law with a tenderness he had never shown before, Mother Mo's heart eased slightly.
Fu Jingwen felt uncomfortable under Mo Weiqin's gaze, and not daring to walk away, she lowered her voice, "The sheets haven't been washed yet."
Fu Jingwen's voice was as low as it could be, but Mother Mo still caught it with her sharp ears, and her eyes involuntarily widened.
Looking at her daughter-in-law's embarrassed expression, what else could Mother Mo not understand?
"You little rascal..." Mother Mo was choked with anger.
