"How's the trip?"
Qu Jingwan sat on the bench and held the cup of tea Madam Ji had poured for her. She choked and lowered her head. "Auntie, don't ask."
"Why can't I ask? You're our Ji family's future daughter-in-law. If I don't stand up for you, who will?" The older woman wanted to pick up the phone and call her son at the thought of this young lady getting bullied by him but was stopped by her.
"Don't bother him. He'll think that I tattled to you about him for you to stand up for me."
"Silly lass, don't say things like that. Ziming is my son and won't think like so." The elderly madam tried getting the phone back, she held onto it tightly.
Tears streamed down her face, her red eyes complementing her haggard look.
"Listen to me: Don't bother him. He doesn't know that I'm back home."
