Ye Xiaomeng could hear their conversation clearly from outside the door.
She tightened her grip on the thermos, her hand turning white.
It turned out that she was an admirer. She must be an outstanding person to impress Mother He so intensely.
Ye Xiaomeng stood by the door, hesitating. It didn't seem right to go in now. The mother and son were chit-chatting.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Xiaomeng went back with the thermos.
When she got home, Ye Xiaomeng sat on the sofa for a while and thought about it. She then called her boss to apply for time off. Knowing Xiaomeng's temperament, she would probably leave on her own accord if not given the time off, the boss agreed.
Ye Xiaomeng sat at the dining table and poured the chicken soup into a bowl. She had taken so much effort to boil it, so she didn't want to waste it.
