Concerned that Shen Qingju might feel lonely staying at the residence by herself, Shen Qinglan had not been going out much these days.
"If you have things to do, just go take care of them," Shen Qingju pretended to be disdainful. "You don't do anything when you're here, and you don't even talk. What's the point of you coming here?"
She knew Shen Qinglan stayed to keep her company; it's just that every time she visited, after inquiring about her health, she would sit quietly and watch her embroider.
Sometimes, she would sit there most of the day, not saying a word, and Shen Qingju worried this might make her sick.
Shen Qinglan shook her head, "I'm fine."
Lately, Heavenly Melody had Ah Xiang overseeing it, so she wasn't worried that anything would go wrong.
Shen Qingju put down the needle and thread in her hand and sighed softly, "Still no reply from Mother. I wonder if she has reached home yet."
Shen Qinglan said, "It should be about time."
