"Look! Look!"
Gu Qiancheng couldn't contain her excitement. She tiptoed and swayed her body, and the bell at her waist jingled more urgently: "Ms. Yun is looking at me! Should I go over? Should I?!"
"Hmm... hmm." Liu Qingluo nodded frantically: "She's looking, looking at you, probably."
It would be best, best if she was looking at Gu Qiancheng, and not at her.
Liu Qingluo felt very flustered at this moment, and she tightly clenched her clothes.
The young girl held onto her small red umbrella tightly, the umbrella she'd used for many years, with cracks on the handle from her grip spiraling upwards, almost completely damaged.
She thought Yun Qian was looking at her.
Should she go over?
She took a step forward, but Gu Qiancheng forcefully suppressed her urge to rush over.
Earlier, she'd confirmed with Liu Qingluo that Yun Qian wouldn't be happy hearing her call her "mother."
It wasn't the right time yet.
She still wasn't familiar enough with Yun Qian.
Ugh...
