Mrs. Wang hadn't expected her son to guess her thoughts so accurately.
Indeed, she had thought so.
She felt that the girl, having only attended school for a few years, wouldn't have much to talk about with her son.
Perhaps, once the novelty wore off, she would feel a significant gap between them.
"Jianguo, your mom hasn't thought like that at all but is worried about another thing, afraid that relatives and friends will gossip about your wife being married before," Mr. Wang immediately defended his wife.
"We live our own lives; let them talk. Eventually, they will only envy us. As first-generation individuals, they will only progress and do better, while workers will gradually fall out of favor, especially since many workers have been laid off now."
Although Jianguo patrolled daily and dealt with minor matters, he was well-informed.
Let others talk about how we live our lives.
It sounds nice to say.
