For some reason, Yun Chunnuan didn't want her mother to leave.
It felt as if this departure meant never seeing her again.
This feeling was inexplicable, and even Yun Chunnuan herself felt it was a bit irrational.
Lian Qiao, on the other hand, didn't seem to react much. It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks; what difference does one more person make?
She wasn't very familiar with Madam Qi, yet not completely a stranger either, as they often met.
Thus, she stood aside, not joining the conversation.
But she couldn't resist the little one tugging at her dress.
Lian Qiao looked down and saw her son pulling at her persistently, not struggling to run away, instead urging her to ask Madam Qi to stay.
Lian Qiao frowned slightly, unable to understand why her son liked Madam Qi so much.
Perhaps it's because both she and her husband didn't have parents, no elders in the family, so the only ones they could interact with were Madam Qi and the lady from the palace.
