As those words echoed, everyone turned to look at Old Song.
Ever since their son reached adulthood, their family had moved out to live independently.
In all these years, besides Song Moting, there wasn't anyone else around the elderly couple.
Nor did they allow anyone else to stay by their side.
That was the exclusive love bestowed upon Song Moting.
Many were envious, but everyone knew that Old Song and his wife favored Song Moting, no one could surpass him.
This time, everyone was watching to see if Song Moting's position could be usurped by a great-grandchild.
Old Mrs. Song coughed to clear her throat.
Everyone looked over.
"Moving back and forth is troublesome, your mother raised both kids well. Just go back and consult your parents more, they know more than us old folks."
Old Mrs. Song's words shut the door on the matter.
Fang Xiaohui felt dejected, being pregnant didn't even change the elderly couple's minds.
Was Song Moting really that good?
