After dropping off Song Song and her mother at their rental place, Xiao Jinghuai left without lingering.
Song Xueqin opened the apartment door, turned on the light, and saw dust everywhere. She frowned, "Song Song, without me around, you've gotten so lazy. It's all dusty…"
"Uh… Mom, I haven't been staying here for a while. I have a colleague with an apartment near school, so it's more convenient for me to stay there."
Song Song casually made up an excuse.
"Mom, you sit down. I'll clean up. You rest a bit. Are you hungry now? I can go to the convenience store downstairs and buy you something to eat?"
Song Xueqin watched the busy little girl and felt a bit of a pang in her heart. She pulled her to sit on the sofa, "I'm not hungry. Song Song, I'm sorry for making you suffer with me all these years!"
"… Why are you saying that! I don't feel like I've suffered at all, Mom! What's going on with you? When did you become so sentimental?"
