"Mom, what's wrong?" Tang Yue keenly sensed that something was off with Zhang Hualian. It seemed like ever since Lian Qingyang left, something had been bothering her, as if hiding a secret. Tang Yue sat up straight and asked, "Mom, is it because you're not used to staying in Jing City?"
Jing City isn't as warm as Wangjiang County in the south; it's drier here. Even Tang Yue had trouble adjusting when she first arrived.
"No."
Zhang Hualian shook her head and said, "Wherever you are, dear, I'm there too. It's not about discomfort; it's just..."
She hesitated, prompting Tang Yue to inquire further, "Mom, I'm your own daughter, your flesh and blood. What is it that you can't tell me?"
Tang Yue blinked her bright eyes, determined to seize this opportunity to ask clearly.
"It's nothing. By the way, Qingyang recently got you a new computer. Shouldn't you give him something in return?" Zhang Hualian changed the subject.
