As soon as Qiao Mianmian got out of the car, Madam Bai grabbed her hand excitedly. "Mianmian, you're finally back. Are you hungry or thirsty? I've prepared a lot of delicious food for you. You haven't been home for a long time, so you can't leave early today."
"Your father came back from overseas. He knows that we've acknowledged you and has always wanted to meet you."
"Why are you so thin? Is it because you can't eat or sleep well outside? I knew it. You must be having a hard time outside. If you lack money, you can tell me. I can give you as many mothers as you want. Why do you have to work so hard?"
"Or let your father give you an easy job in the company. It's better than your current job."
"Mom." Qiao Mianmian knew that Madam Bai felt sorry for her, but she still said helplessly, "I'm not short of money. I'm not doing this job because I'm short of money. I'm doing it because I like this job, so it's fine even if it's a little tough."
