"What do you think?" Old Madam Fu's voice also became much lower, carrying a hint of helplessness.
"Is it really wrong for me to consider our son?" Old Master Fu asked.
Old Madam Fu sighed silently. "Then just think about it. Why are you asking me? Since we can't convince each other, you don't have to call me."
Unexpectedly, Old Master Fu did not hang up as usual.
Old Madam Fu was silent for a moment before saying, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Our son and Xingmi are moving to the Southern Courtyard. They would rather live in the Southern Courtyard than at home."
"That's normal. I'd rather live in the capital than in Hong Kong."
Old Master Fu :"…"
Old Madam Fu said, "Then if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."
"Well, it's not exactly nothing."
"Then tell me."
"Do you still have the essential oil you gave me last time?" Old Master Fu made conversation awkwardly.
