Seeing this, Xie Wen did not know what emotions to express. She went forward to pick up her daughter. Little Shenshen's eyes were red from crying, and her hands were clenched into fists. After being carried by Xie Wen, she continued to cry.
"Is the meal ready?" Zheng Yuehua sat up and asked. Such an attitude was more condescending than the boss and more self-righteous than her own mother.
Xie Wen coaxed the crying Shenshen and replied, "Almost done."
"The meal isn't ready yet. What are you doing here?" After saying that, Zheng Yuehua lay back down and raised her phone to continue the video call. "My daughter-in-law came in and I thought that she was calling me to eat. Enjoy? Enjoy what? It's almost seven o'clock and the meal isn't ready yet. Do you want this blessing? The bed in this hotel is too soft. Ouch, my back hurts from sleeping…"
