Who let him never come to find her despite all this time, not even bothering to send a single text message, the stingy ghost.
"Shanshan, what are you doing standing at the door? Come in," Jian Qing said.
Shanshan put the letter back into the envelope and carefully tucked it away.
She trotted over to Jian Qing's side, sat down beside her, and affectionately looped her arm through Jian Qing's, "Mommy, I want to ask you something."
Jian Qing looked at her with a mischievous gaze, "Is it about Mu Chen?"
Shanshan cleared her throat uncomfortably and then nodded, "Mommy, what has Mu Chen been doing these past few years? Was he tied up by something, which is why he didn't call me or come to Beijing?"
Jian Qing chuckled softly and pinched her cheek, "If you're so curious, why didn't you ask him in your letter?"
Shanshan sighed lightly, her eyes tinged with a touch of sadness, "Even if I asked, he wouldn't tell me."
