Su Qingsang slept uneasily. She had been dreaming all night about childhood things.
She could not remember exactly how old she was when she had envied Su Peizhen getting to call Li Qianxue "mom."
One day, when Li Qianxue was sitting on the sofa, Su QIngsang had walked over to her on her short legs and called her "Mother." It was like a bomb had gone off. Li Qianxue, who had been resting, suddenly widened her half-closed eyes.
The fierce eyes swept across Su Qingsang's face, impolitely. "Who is your mother? Why are you calling me mother?"
Su Qingsang had never seen Li Qianxue like that. For a moment, she was frightened and did not dare to move.
Just then, Su Peizhen came in, having heard everything. She rushed to Su Qingsang and gave her a hard push.
"Get lost, you dirty girl. This is my mother, not yours."
