That night, Shi Qingluo went to Mother Xiao's room.
When she entered the room, she smelled a faint fragrance from the flowers.
It came from the lavender that she had given her.
On a wooden shelf not far away, there were some wild flowers in the pottery pots.
The whole room gave a warm, unique and comfortable ambience.
It was hard to imagine how blind Xiao Hanzheng's scumbag father was to give up on a truly kind and virtuous first wife.
Mother Xiao put down the sweater she was knitting. "Luoluo, what do you want to drink? Is flower tea okay?"
Ever since Shi Qingluo had brewed flower tea, Mother Xiao had liked it a lot.
She had made some flower tea bags herself.
Shi Qingluo sat down. "Sure!"
Mother Xiao happily went to make a cup of flower tea and handed it to Shi Qingluo. "Do you have something to tell me?"
Usually, her daughter-in-law rarely came to her room.
