With great difficulty, the four finally sat down.
Chiang Qingzhu held an embroidered handkerchief and occasionally continued to wipe her tears.
Even the way she wiped her tears was quite deliberate; she tilted her face slightly, then pinched the corner of the handkerchief with her fingers, gently pressing it against the corner of her eye.
This appearance made Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao feel very unfamiliar.
The Chiang Qingzhu from the mountain village they had remembered—spoiled yet still natural and straightforward—seemed to have vanished, never to return.
Now, sitting before them was someone who truly looked like she had come from a big city.
"Mr. Kuang, it's really troubling you to go out of your way to bring our Qingzhu back. Will it delay your work?" Chiang Songhai thought to himself that being in his own home, with Chiang Xiao and Meng Xinian both present, gave him enough confidence. Facing Kuang Kanzhi, he no longer appeared uneasy.
