"Mom, won't sister be upset if we suddenly follow her and disturb her like this?" Rong Weiwei sat obediently beside Jiang Meiqi, looking at the taxi not far away, her eyes flickering as she asked.
Upon hearing Rong Yan's name, a look of disgust flashed across Jiang Meiqi's face. She forcefully masked the disdain and said firmly with a tense face, "What's there for her to be unhappy about? I'm her mother, she's been back in the country for more than half a year, and she hasn't visited home once. A girl living outside all the time, not knowing who she's with, it's my right to be concerned about where she's staying. If she's unhappy, it means I, as her mother, don't matter to her."
Rong Weiwei wanted to say that now that Rong Yan had latched onto that man, she wouldn't think much of anyone. But the words just wouldn't come out when they reached her lips.
Everyone knew she had been having a tough time lately.
