Lin Juhua was already back in the room outside the west wing. When she saw Zhang Guoqiang, the second son, come in, she smiled, dusted off his clothes, pulled him to sit on the kang, and then looked at him with bright eyes. The curiosity and questions in her eyes were impossible to hide. Knowing her wife couldn't keep things to herself, and seeing her smile like a flower made him love her even more. He didn't mind that she was lazy; as long as she was pretty and obedient, that was enough. His requirements weren't high; what he couldn't do, he would manage it, making her understand what it was like for a husband to be the sky.
Lin Juhua nudged her drowsy daughter to move inward, "I vaguely heard mom saying about separation, is it really happening? What did dad say? Why did the three of you brothers look upset? I heard talks about separating, what's going on?"
