Ye Chuqing watched her mom bustling in the kitchen, hurriedly closing the books she'd been flipping through. She didn't dare to ask, because she knew if she did, her mom would just say those words she didn't really mean.
"Xinhe, I feel so happy," Ye Chuqing sent a happy message to her good friend Li Xinhe after returning to her room.
Li Xinhe replied, "I know you're about to achieve your dream, you don't have to keep telling me!"
"I mean, I'm happy to have such a great mom." Ye Chuqing rolled around on her bed, "I can't believe mom actually read books about being an agent for me. I really misunderstood her before."
"You're making me almost envious." Li Xinhe was genuinely happy for her friend. In the past, when her friend felt aggrieved at home, she had also been indignant for her, but now it seemed they had been too young. Aunt Ye didn't not love Chuqing, she just kept her love in her heart and didn't know how to express it.
