Jiang Nanshu glanced at her, pursed her lips, and smiled. "Thank you, Auntie."
Xu Xi's mother smiled until her brows disappeared. "No need to thank me. It's my first time seeing such a beautiful girl. As long as you don't mind our place, it's good."
Nanshu quietly put the gift back in Xu Xi's room.
When she returned to Beijing with Jiang Yunchuan, Jiang Nanshu asked Xu Xi to share the gifts with her family.
The New Year arrived in the blink of an eye.
It was rare for all five of Nanshu's brothers to gather together.
Mrs. Jiang thickened her skin wanting to stay and celebrate the New Year with her sons and daughter, although Mr. Jiang was annoyed, he pretended not to see her.
He privately told Nanshu to pretend not to see her too.
Seeing Mrs. Jiang in that moment, Jiang Nanshu suddenly understood what it meant to sympathize.
Mrs. Jiang had said things that hurt her, did things that hurt her.
A thorn was planted in her heart, so she couldn't forgive Mrs. Jiang.
