Bai Xue was in a bad mood after returning from the Zhao Family, or rather ever since her eldest daughter returned home from the countryside, her mood had been poor. Recently, with her younger daughter's illness, both the company and the compound donated money, which made Bai Xue feel quite embarrassed, so she mostly stayed home, going out and socializing less than before.
Otherwise, as soon as she met anyone, they would ask about her younger daughter's illness. Who knew who genuinely cared and who was just curious? Bai Xue knew it wasn't right to think that way, but she just couldn't shake off that face. She thought it was better to wait for things to die down before going out, so she wouldn't always be asked about her younger daughter's sickness.
Ye Qian looked up from her textbooks, "Mom, didn't you find my sister?"
"I did. She's eating at the Zhao Family's place. You tidy up, and let's eat first. We'll write after eating." Bai Xue walked dispiritedly into the kitchen.
