In less than ten minutes, Yang Xiaoqiao hastily got out of a taxi.
After painfully handing over fifty yuan in cab fare, she swung her purse and hurriedly ran into the dumpling shop.
However, she quickly found herself dumbfounded.
Because she realized that her mom was sitting in a chair, legs crossed at the knee, chatting away merrily with a man.
She immediately understood the situation.
Although the man was facing away from her, she knew who he was from the car outside.
"Xiao Qiao, your mom was just pulling your leg," Ye Xiong said rather awkwardly.
"Mom, who pranks someone like that, do you know I was almost worried to death?" Yang Xiaoqiao exclaimed angrily.
"If I didn't tell you that way, who knows how long it would take for you to come back?" Xiao Qiao's mom said before pointing at Ye Xiong, "Mr. Ye finally found some time to come and see you; he couldn't wait that long for you."
Yang Xiaoqiao's mouth twitched, and she sat down.
"You two chat, I'm going to be busy."
