Beitang Yao let out a soft sigh. "Mommy, I believe Qian Qian isn't that kind of person. She wouldn't be someone who repays kindness with malice. You helped deliver her babies, you did her a favor—she's grateful to you, she can't even thank you enough. How could she possibly do something to hurt you?"
"Yao, are you really doubting your mommy because of an outsider?" The First Madam stared blankly at Beitang Yao, frowning and shaking her head as she asked.
"Mommy, she's not an outsider. She's my wife, she's Zi Jian and the others' mommy." Beitang Yao reached out and wrapped his hands around the First Madam's shoulders. "Mommy, I hope you can accept her. She absolutely isn't the kind of girl you say she is. I stake my character on it."
