Xia Chuyi looked at Mother Xia with detachment.
There was something odd about the relationship between mother and daughter; it seemed as though there wasn't any explicit breaking point, yet they had drifted apart.
For Xia Chuyi, disappointment hadn't built up overnight—it had accumulated over the past and present lives.
As for Mother Xia, Xia Chuyi didn't know what she thought.
Of course, the current Xia Chuyi didn't care about Mother Xia's thoughts either.
Now, having heard Mother Xia call her, Xia Chuyi simply responded in a calm and indifferent tone, "Hmm."
Mother Xia didn't feel embarrassed or sad because of Xia Chuyi's coldness.
Seeing that Xia Chuyi had responded, Mother Xia said, "Chuyi, you're back. Take advantage of the winter break to help your brother out."
"He's working hard running the business all by himself," Mother Xia said, looking at Xia Chengzong with a touch of pity.
It seemed she only cared about Xia Chengzong and had no concern for her daughter.
