Zhang Qian Lan looked at the door and found her daughter standing there. Her brows were tugged in a confusion, but ignoring her befuddlement, she simply turned back to rest as if she has not seen her standing there in the first place.
Zhang Xiaotong was more confused seeing her mother like that. So without giving any more thought to it, she walked inside the room, probing the question once again, "Ma, tell me I am asking you something. It was Aunty Zheng on the call. What were you talking to her?"
"…" Zhang Qian Lan still maintained her silence. Her eyes were shut close in some ease as she was there relaxing on her rocking chair.
Zhang Xiaotong's anxiousness grew more. "Ma, what's deal all about? You can't lie to me now. I have heard you all. So, tell me what exactly are you planning?" Not able to maintain her calm and polite demeanor any longer, she almost asked in a raised tone.
