Lin Qingqian handed over her luggages and instantly felt more relaxed. "Auntie, you know how difficult it is to get flight tickets during the Spring Festival."
As Lin Chaoyan led her home, she scolded, "If you know it's difficult to obtain one, why didn't you come back earlier?"
"I have to work, right?" Lin Qingqian whined from behind. "I can't possibly leave a company behind and run back first, right?"
Lin Chaoyan exclaimed, "You're the big boss now. Auntie can't even say anything about you."
Lin Qingqian: "…"
Alright, the more she said, the more mistakes she would make. In this case, she might as well not say anything.
Although Lin Chaoyan scolded her, her heart still doted on her. She put down her luggage and asked her to wash her hands while she cooked.
At night, the two of them made a table full of dishes, and they were all Lin Qingqian's favorites.
