With Ding Jiayi eyeing her in that manner, Qiao Zijin realized in dismay that her mom's anger had not subsided. In fact, she had become even more stubborn and upset because of her meal last night.
"Mom, don't get mad. I'll just apologize to you. I'm sorry for being too confused last night because I was too hungry. I remembered it wrongly. I thought you'd eaten." It was just a meal. Her mom was usually the one who prepared the meals in the family. Even though she had not ordered takeaway for her mother, it would take no more than a few minutes for her mother to whip up a meal for herself.
It was such a simple matter. Qiao Zijin could not understand why her mom was upset over it, so much so that she had not prepared lunch for her today.
