Qian entered the house, and Jia Xiufang saw she was back. She quickly stood up to put the food Qian bought in the microwave to heat up, but Qian pressed her down onto the sofa.
"I'm not hungry. Mom, are you feeling any better?"
"Ah... What can I do whether I'm good or bad? I can't control him. He can do whatever he likes." Jia Xiufang was originally distressed upon hearing that Qu Xue might have a child.
Buying food for Qian, seeing the neon lights of Night Shanghai, her heart calmed down again. She was sad but not as entangled.
Jia Xiufang still had two children to raise, and since that man ran off with another woman, she couldn't dwell too much on it.
"The old lady kept mentioning you all afternoon. You really are something. Of all things, you chose to say you were pregnant, getting the old lady all worked up."
