The Matriarch could still walk on her own.
But it was really tiring if no one helped her.
In any case, she didn't walk like a normal person.
"She injured herself when she was younger, so she has problems walking now. I don't think her legs can get better, but that's not too big of a problem since so many people in the Mo Residence can take care of her."
Qiao Mianmian nodded. She felt all sweet and warm in her heart as she saw the man before her massaging her so patiently and willingly.
This classy and proud man was just a doting husband at this point.
He was willing to shed his other identities and see himself as an equal to her. In their world, he wasn't Young Master Mo from a rich family, nor Chairman Mo of a huge corporation.
He was just Mo Yesi, Qiao Mianmian's husband.
Perhaps this wasn't a big deal to others.
But this was extremely rare for someone with his background.
