Nothing More Hurting Than Finding Out The Real Truth About My Mother's Death

After entering the house, the old woman still held Yu Daiyu's hand and walked over to sit on the beautiful wooden chair. She smiled and said, "Daiyu, what would you like to drink? Grandmother only has plain water here. If you want to drink anything, I can ask my neighbor's son to call the supermarket downstairs to order drinks for me."

"No need, grandmother. I'm not an outsider." Yu Daiyu said with a smile. The old woman glanced at Wei Zhengsheng, who casually walked in. "Child, you're my granddaughter's husband, aren't you? When did you two get married? I don't even know."

Wei Zhengsheng didn't say that he was Yu Daiyu's fiancé. He fully understood the thoughts of an old woman of her age. He nodded. "Yes, grandmother."

"Sigh, good, good!" The old woman pulled Yu Daiyu's hand to make Yu Daiyu sit beside her. She looked at Yu Daiyu happily from top to bottom. "You're really grown up now, and you'll be a mother soon."