Xiang Xiaoyuan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman in a washed-out white jacket walking over. She was holding a tattered checkered umbrella and looked rather disheveled. She was tightly holding a white foam box.
However, the smile on her face was very kind.
Xu Xiyao's hand was still on the door. When he saw the middle-aged woman, he quickly got into the rain. "Mom, why aren't you home yet? It's raining so hard."
Xu Xiyao's mother's face was still wet from the rain. She smiled and explained, "The pastries aren't sold out yet. I just wanted to wait a little longer to try my luck." After she finished speaking, she glanced at the expensive car parked by the roadside. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Ah Yao, this is…?"
Xu Xiyao held the umbrella and moved it a little closer to his mother. His shoulder was instantly wet from the rain. "This is the boss of the convenience store, Boss Xiang. This is my mother."
