"Haven't I been making good money doing this?"
"Besides, the little money I've saved isn't enough to start a business, and I've always lost money whenever I've tried. What if I lose it all?"
Ye Xiaotong couldn't understand Yang Xiumei's thinking.
Similarly, Yang Xiumei couldn't understand Ye Xiaotong's reasoning.
She suddenly felt that her own daughter was a complete stranger.
Clearly, she was the child she had watched grow up.
But now, as Ye Xiaotong hugged her, she felt no warmth, only the overpowering smell of perfume.
That scent which she usually found unpleasant was now overwhelming, masking Ye Xiaotong's own scent. It was as if she had become a different person.
Topics they couldn't understand were destined for a dead-end conversation.
Yang Xiumei chose silence, while Ye Xiaotong chose not to care.
As long as the people in the village didn't find out about this, she felt it wasn't a big deal.
Letting Yang Xiumei know was fine too.
