He Qingran nodded and sighed softly. "That Old He is really getting more muddled with age. He treats that woman like she's his first wife, pouring his heart out for her and even handing over his salary book. But just look at the clothes my brother and I wear, and then look at that mother and son."
"None of them have patches, sure, but the difference in fabric is huge. He's a manager at a clothing factory—how can he not see a simple distinction like that?"
At this, she smiled. "The squeaky wheel gets the grease, you know? My temper used to be too stubborn, just like Old He. When we clashed, it was like World War III."
"This time, I deliberately played weak. I gave him that 'daughter who craves her father's love but is too afraid to ask' look, and I also privately told him how anxious I was about 'marrying up.'"
