Li Cuicui walked over and blocked the edge of the heated brick bed, reaching out to shove the small table into the corner.
"What suffering could he possibly be enduring? He has food, drinks, and people waiting on him hand and foot. It takes lifetimes of good karma to earn such an enjoyable life. He's ecstatic inside."
Gu Dashi gritted his teeth and turned his head away. He thought about how this old woman was truly becoming more and more outrageous. He was already bedridden, yet she spent her days dressed to the nines, seemingly unbothered by the heavy gold ornaments tugging at her scalp.
Li Cuicui deliberately swayed back and forth in front of him. "It's perfect timing that your grandson is back. Since you spend all your days bored on this bed, let him tell you about the prosperity of Shangjing, lest you always think I'm exaggerating."
