Fu Ting was eagerly anticipating Yue Qingqing's visit.
Every time her daughter-in-law was about to come, she would toss and turn in bed from early morning.
It was unbearable for Jiang Chengren, yet he didn't dare to say anything.
He always felt like their son was just a tool, meant solely to bring the Yue Family's daughter home.
This wasn't an exaggeration on his part, but rather Fu Ting's genuine behavior.
This time when calling for the New Year, Fu Ting only called Yue Qingqing's phone, and they chatted for half an hour without mentioning their son even once.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chengren just couldn't take it and quietly reminded her.
"Shouldn't you also give our son a call?"
It was only then that Fu Ting seemed to snap out of it, as if she remembered she had a son.
Then Jiang Chengren saw Fu Ting casually forward a New Year's greeting message from someone else to their son without changing a word.
She didn't even bother typing it herself.
