Mr. Su frowned, but he didn't say anything, simply lowering his head and continuing to sweep.
Su Xinyao, acting as if she hadn't noticed the coldness in Mrs. Su's tone, sauntered in, her black leather shoes polished to a gleam.
Her gaze quickly swept across the small courtyard.
Fresh green sprouts, lively little chicks, and a courtyard that was tidy and clean.
A flicker of shadow, barely perceptible, crossed her eyes, but her smile immediately grew even brighter.
"Aunt, Uncle."
Her voice became softer, with a hint of affectionate complaint.
"I was so immature before, and I spoke too harshly. After I went home, the more I thought about it, the more I regretted my words. We're all family—blood is thicker than water. How could we let a little spat come between us?"
"So, as soon as I heard you two had arrived, I rushed over to make amends."
