No wonder her grandma always said that Qiao Nan was a lucky woman. Even time was particularly forgiving to Qiao Nan.
She thought about her mother who had been dead for ten years. She could not even remember how her mother looked like anymore. Looking again at Qiao Nan's face that looked not much older than her own, Zhou Xing's gloom and hatred only deepened.
"My mom." Zhai Xin did not try to hide the matter. "Initially, I felt that it was too early to let my mom know about our relationship." It was mainly because Zhou Xing was too young, and he was afraid that his mom would get angry after learning about it. "But my mom saw you earlier and she said that she wanted to have a chat with you. Don't leave. Come along with me." Alright, his mom was being a lot more receptive than he had imagined.
