Jia Xiufang was having a heated phone call downstairs, while Xiao Qian sat beside her, looking at her mother's not-so-young face.
When her mother was young, she was also a beauty and had a romantic past with Chen Lin. Romance in that era was different from now. The two would secretly share food and exchange flirtatious glances while working in the production team. This was already considered quite progressive at the time.
"Fourth Aunt, my daughter has finally made something of herself..."
Jia Xiufang was just laughing moments before, but now she was crying again.
Handing her mother a tissue, Jia Xiufang wiped her nose and continued her ramblings.
Xiao Qian looked at her mother, who didn't care about her figure as she aged. She wore cheap clothes from street markets, and her few-dollar T-shirts would fade from washing. At home, she would eat the leftovers out of fear they would go bad.
