"You're thinking correctly," Lu's mother placed several strands of hair behind her ear that had come loose in front of her face. "In life, we need to discern right from wrong, black from white. Occasionally when faced with issues, we should also put ourselves in others' shoes and not be stubborn, so you can't blame Mr. Song for visiting without your knowledge. He gave our family enough respect."
Qingqing nestled in her arms and did not speak.
Lu's mother didn't mind and continued, "You should feel fortunate that their acknowledgment of you stems purely from blood-related affection, and not with ulterior motives. That's the second reason why I'm willing for you to recognize them."
Qingqing uttered an "Ah," somewhat puzzled.
"Remember what your grandfather said earlier in the yard, about how your maternal grandmother initially found you a family of double-income parents?"
Qingqing thought for a moment, "I remember."