The old lady's face immediately darkened, and she muttered a complaint.

“My grandson is so outstanding, handsome, capable, from a good family, and sensible. What girl wouldn’t be good enough for you? It’s a blessing she earned in her past life to marry you.”

Su Qingzhi smiled.

"Grandma, the way you're saying that makes me think Shen Zhiyu is incredibly lucky to have married me. Otherwise, where could you find such a gentle, virtuous, beautiful, and capable wife?"

After saying that, she reached out and tugged at Shen Zhiyu's ear, then turned to ask him a question.

"A-Shuo, am I right? Tell me the truth, don't try to fool me."

Shen Zhiyu smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, Qingzhi is right no matter what she says."

The old lady shook her head, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Just like your father, he loses all his self-respect for a woman, he has no ambition at all."

Shen Zhiyu chuckled and replied.

“You’re right, I learned it from my dad. He dotes on my mom, so I learned to dote on Qingzhi like he does. Isn’t that normal? Besides, isn’t following the example a way of passing on family traditions?”

The old woman felt a lump in her throat and couldn't speak for a long time.

He could only roll his eyes, thinking to himself how this kid was getting more and more glib.

Su Qingzhi couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

This grandson is truly the old lady's nemesis.

As they were talking, Shen Haitang walked over with red eyes.

She sat down next to the old lady, head down, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"My cousin's wife."

The old lady quickly turned her head and asked with concern.

"Girl, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Did someone bully you? Tell your aunt, and your aunt will stand up for you."

Shen Haitang's lips trembled slightly.

"Grandma, Shen Zhiyu..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt a cold gaze sweep over him from the side.

Her heart tightened immediately, and she swallowed the rest of her sentence, changing her words instead.