As Old Madam Yao spoke to Yang Nian, Yao Ran would interject from time to time.
By all appearances, the atmosphere inside the minivan was quite harmonious.
Something was bothering Yao Ran, however—why hadn't they left for home yet? They had been sitting there for a while, yet the car never budged, nor had the chauffeur started the engine. Aunt Wang stayed outside, too.
Why was that?
Yao Ran was puzzled at first, but she soon became worried as a thought slowly took shape in her mind.
Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Are you waiting for someone else, Grandma? Why aren't we driving off?"
Old Madam Yao brightened. "I'm waiting for my Tangtang, of course!"
Yao Ran's hands instantly balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Hatred surfaced from the depths of her eyes, though she was quick to hide it.
