Yao Yaya curled her lips: "Song Yingbo's mom came, after arriving at the shop, she started sobbing at Xiaxia. Xiaxia, fearing it would disrupt the shop's order, dragged her outside."
"Song Yingbo's mom came?" Ye Xingbei looked out the window.
Sure enough, Sang Xiaxia and an unfamiliar middle-aged woman stood where she and Song Yingbo had stood that morning.
The middle-aged woman was saying something.
Sang Xiaxia looked utterly impatient.
Ye Xingbei clicked her tongue: "The son came in the morning, the mother came in the afternoon, that's a relay tactic!"
"Exactly!" Yao Yaya also peered outside.
She looked at Song Yingbo's mother with disdain and said, "But they're wasting their efforts! No tactic will work, Xiaxia won't change her mind!"
Ye Xingbei nodded.
Outside the door.
Sang Xiaxia listened impatiently to Mother Song's repetitive spiel.
Mother Song's chatter amounted to nothing more than begging her to forgive her and reconcile with Song Yingbo.
