Zhao Chun stared at her, his gaze much steadier than before. After going through that incident, he had changed somewhat.
"You still haven't said why you came to Beijing?"
That soft, slightly aggrieved tone—it was still the same old him.
Tian Sangsang smiled faintly. "Jinghuai's mom… oh, she's my mom now. She got sick, so we came back. Unless there's some major transfer in the future, we'll be staying here for good. It all happened so suddenly back then, I didn't get a chance to tell you guys." She answered and, at the same time, explained why she left without saying goodbye before.
Zhao Chun nodded, signaling his forgiveness. "So are you going to stay at home now, supporting your husband and raising kids, becoming the ideal virtuous wife and good mother?"
Maybe so. She felt a bit lost. Tian Sangsang stifled a laugh, then gave a bitter one. "And what about you—what brought you to Beijing?"
"I took on a script and needed to film some scenes in a courtyard house here in Beijing."
