"It's not New Year's yet. Let Madam hear it on the thirtieth," Yating's mother said mischievously.
"That might not be possible, I'm going to Fucheng tomorrow..."
"Going to Fucheng for the New Year?"
"My mom is from Fucheng."
"Oh, I see." Yating's mother understood, realizing she was going back to her mother's hometown for the New Year.
That was quite normal, after all. Times had changed, and people no longer strictly kept to spending the New Year at home and visiting their maternal home on the second day.
"When are you coming back then?"
"The seventh day of the New Year."
"Ah? Won't that be just before school starts again?" Yating's mother suddenly discovered the blind spot.
The next second, she saw her daughter suddenly pout and slightly twist her body, her eyebrows lowered, looking like she would soon start fussing.
This private moment.
