Old Madam Ran agreed, "Tongtong is a filial child; I know that. But I am even more aware of the state of my own body."
"Mom, why do you say such disheartening things? We're planning for your ninetieth birthday celebration." Ran Dongying's mouth was sweet, and she kept pacifying the old lady until she entered the room. She helped her onto the bed and, after Si Qian left, she smiled and asked, "Mom, Second Brother has moved back in, right?"
"Hmm." The old lady, with eyes closed, whispered, "Don't worry, he's living on the second floor, not in your east wing."
"Mom, look at what you're saying, I didn't mean that." Ran Dongying smiled awkwardly.
The room became quiet again.
Looking at the resting face of the old lady, she couldn't help but speak up again, "Mom, did Ziheng and Xiaoyu bring you any gifts when they came back?"
She had noticed outside that, besides those ginseng roots, there didn't seem to be anything else.