At that moment, a greedy thought surfaced: What did Mother Huang's disapproval matter? As long as Xiaojue himself agreed, wouldn't that be enough? The person she was marrying was Xiaojue; what business was it of anyone else? As long as Xiaojue came, she would never again say such foolish things about breaking up. She took a deep breath and smoothed her hair, suddenly anxious that she might not look her best and feeling a touch of nervousness.
The door opened, and Yan's mother's clearly disappointed voice could be heard, "Oh, it's Xiaoya…"
Yan Xixi's heart plummeted.
"Xiaoya, come in, do come in…"
"Auntie, I'm here to give you New Year's greetings. Is Xixi home? I sent her a text, but she hasn't replied…"
"Xixi is at home."
Yan Xixi came out. Despite her deep disappointment, she showed none of it, forcing a smile as she said, "Xiaoya, didn't you go back to your hometown? Why are you back so soon?"
