Mother Xu was leaning over Dezi's bed, sobbing unrestrainedly, not noticing that Dezi's lips were so dry from coughing until Shirley came over and moistened them with a damp cloth.
"You, you finally came back, but you still can't bear to leave your son behind, huh? Let me tell you, go ahead and get remarried, go find another man if that's what you want. Dezi is my grandson from the Xu Family, he bears the Xu surname. Don't even think about taking him away. I know all about it, that man of yours has just an old hag for a mother, and they don't even have a child, thinking they can just pick up our fully raised grandson to look after them in their old age, pah, keep dreaming!"
