"That…I…"
Lin Qianru blabbered and suddenly thought of something.
"I didn't have breakfast in the morning. So I asked a friend to sit here and went to eat something. Yes…"
She explained to her daughter with a smile.
Mo Roulan's scrutinizing eyes almost made her spurt out the truth but he controlled herself by looking through the book in her hand.
Although her mother looked a little weird, Mo Roulan couldn't find any other fault. She looked at her mother's dress which was not the one that a waitress would wear.
She sighed after a few moments.
It seemed that she was just overthinking. Her mother didn't lie to her.
"I should leave now. I have classes to attend."
She glanced at her phone to see the time and told her mother.
A sigh supposedly of relief escaped from Lin Qianru's lips and she said smilingly.
"Yes, Yes. You shouldn't get late now."
