"No problem, I treat Xiangzi and Yanzi as if they were my own. Xia Jianguo, the father, and Xiao Lan, the mother, are not even as competent as us," Zhao Daguo said wearily.
Guan Mingli sighed softly, "If only we had a child."
"Why mention that?" Zhao Daguo said, "Xiangzi and Yanzi have grown up under our care, and they will honor us in the future."
"It just pains me inside, you and I were diligent in our marital duties. I've been married for over twenty years, seen countless Western and Chinese doctors, taken plenty of medicine, tried many folk remedies, and prayed and worshipped all to no avail—I still couldn't have a child."
Guan Mingli felt a pang in her heart. If she had a son or daughter, she wouldn't have to schemingly care for someone else's children.
