"Pretend, pretend, pretend for them if they can use it. It's not easy for me as a mother. My sons and daughters are already in their thirties and forties, and I still have endless worries and keep giving them things..."

Rong listened to his grandmother's nonsense and couldn't help laughing, occasionally echoing:

"Yes, yes, yes, you worked the hardest. It's a blessing for my uncle and his family to have you. Everyone wants to have a mother like you. Look, I'm the happiest one, having been reborn as your most beloved granddaughter!"

After grandma finished muttering, she watched Rong Qing packing things one by one through her mind. Each time, there were fewer things, but even among the vast amount of supplies, the missing items were not that obvious.

But she still felt a little distressed:

"These are all my sweet baby's, sweet baby's. Your uncle and the others are so ignorant, really. They even come to me to ask for money, and they took all my sweet baby's things. I must have a good talk with them and make sure they remember my sweet baby's kindness."

Rong Qing's heart was filled with infinite emotion, and her eyes were full of admiration. Her grandmother had always been like this. She always felt that she lacked the love of her parents and needed to give herself more love, so she spared no effort to beautify her, constantly reminding them to love her.

"Grandma, having you love and pamper me is enough for me. My uncle and the others have been very good to me!

All emotions between people are two-way. They have given me so much since I was little. These were originally for you, so it is reasonable to give them to my uncles."

"What's so reasonable about that? There's no such thing as a free meal. Since you've taken something, you should always be grateful to that person!

I am their mother, they should be filial to me and treat me well, but my dear, you are their niece, not their child."