Her son and his wife were the backbone of the family. As long as they were home, she felt secure. If they weren't, she had to be the one to stand strong. But with her thin arms and legs, she truly couldn't support this family.
Xiang'er couldn't help but join in the persuasion, but not only did she fail to make Mrs. Zhao budge, her efforts made Mrs. Zhao even more determined to stay.
"I can't leave this house behind. Your father built it for me."
"If I leave too, who will tend to your father's grave in the future?"
"A person has to know their own limits. I don't want to be a burden to you and your wife."
No matter who spoke, it was no use. In the end, it was Chen Wanqing who went over and said a few words to Mrs. Zhao.
Just those few words were enough for Mrs. Zhao to relent. She then began bustling about, enthusiastically preparing for the move.
