"Don't interrupt, today the son-in-law is visiting, listen to me finish," Mrs. Xia glared at Xia Zhu and snorted.
"When I was too sick to get up, I thought, if anyone can wake me up, let me see my Zhu Girl again, I definitely want to marry her to him. Of course! What I meant was, if the person who wakes me up is between twenty and forty years old, then marry her to him. If he's over forty, then we'll think of another way to thank him."
"Now Ye Hao satisfies these conditions. Besides, Ye Hao is a handsome and talented man with extraordinary manners, and he has a stable job, proving he's not lazy. I don't know how long I can live, so I want to make it clear while I'm healthy enough to remember Zhu Girl." As Mrs. Xia mentioned life and death, tears welled up in Xia Zhu's eyes again.
One could imagine how she endured each day and night when her mother was gravely ill.
