Hua Ling smiled at her, like a mischievous boy, never caring about gentlemanly manners.
"It's okay, have a seat." Ye Hong responded elegantly, intending to sit across from Pei Yuanze, only to have the spot subtly taken by Mo Jun.
Ye Hong's gaze sharpened slightly, but she calmly sat down next to Xia's mother, deliberately praising her, "Auntie, the meal you prepared is so bountiful, you must have gone through a lot of trouble."
Xia's mother chuckled, "Not at all, it's all thanks to our housekeeper. Oh, Xiaohong, why are your eyes red, have you been crying?"
Upon closer inspection, Xia's mother noticed the traces lingering in her eyes.
Ye Hong quickly covered it up, "No, no..."
"Don't lie to me, why were you crying? What happened? If there's anything on your mind, just tell Auntie. You've been close friends with Xiaopu since childhood, and our families have been friends for generations. In my eyes, you're just like my daughter. So don't be a stranger with Auntie."
