Feng Fanghua's voice was not loud, but it was full of heartfelt concern.
The large living room was actually very quiet, with just the two of them conversing softly.
"But in the end, they're just trying. If others don't understand, can't we, as family, understand her?"
Mu Zihao's voice was even lower, and his eyes were filled with indulgence and generosity towards his wife.
"But—I still feel it's not appropriate."
Feng Fanghua was so anxious she felt a stomachache coming on.
"If we, as her family, can't understand and support her, then she will truly be alone. She has finally found a little sense of belonging in this family, and if you stir up trouble over this..."
Mu Zihao didn't continue, but his point was made.
"I'm now seriously doubting it's because she wasn't taught properly when she was young that she can't distinguish what's important now. If her mother were still here, would she let her go and attend to another man after marrying Yichen?"