"Besides, what does 'not opposing Pei Chenyang fulfilling his fatherly duties' mean? Mom, are you saying it's okay for Pei Chenyang to interact with the child however he wants?"
This was completely contrary to Zhao Mengmeng's effort to take care of her cooking. Oh, Mom, are you sure you're not here to sabotage my efforts?
"You could say that," Zhao's mother nodded.
That was exactly what she meant.
Zhao Mengmeng almost fainted, "Mom, are you kidding me? After I carried the baby for ten months, in the end, Pei Chenyang benefits from all my effort?"
"You're an adult now. What's more important, your feud with Pei Chenyang, or your daughter's healthy growth?" Zhao's mother glared at Zhao Mengmeng with exasperation.
Could Zhao Mengmeng say it was the former?
Of course, she only dared to think that answer, she would never dare to speak it out loud.
Otherwise, she would definitely be scolded by her mother.