At the family home, Mother Qi flipped through the album Father Qi brought back over and over again, touching her grandson's face in the photo lovingly, even picking it up to give it a kiss. Watching this, Qi Fengping couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Mom, you've looked at it countless times already. It's still early in the morning, and all you've been doing is holding that album. Can you really get full from looking?" Qi Fengping teased.
Mother Qi replied, "Mind your business. Look at your eldest nephew—isn't he just adorable? It's a pity my leg won't cooperate; it just had to give out now, or I'd still be holding that album while looking."
Just by looking at the photo, she knew her grandson was born clever and cute, making her adore him. Unfortunately, she couldn't see him with her own eyes, let alone hold him. Ah, it's all her fault for not being capable!
