The next day, Jiang Yuzhu went to the supermarket to buy some fresh fruit and then drove directly to the apartment building where Jiang Xianmei lived.
She stood at the door knocking and it took a while before someone opened it.
"Auntie, what's wrong?" Seeing the dark circles under Jiang Xianmei's eyes and her pale face, Jiang Yuzhu asked with concern.
Jiang Xianmei feigned indifference, shaking her head, "I'm fine, just not getting much sleep these days."
Jiang Yuzhu had lived with her aunt since she was a child and knew her nature. Seeing her aunt's evasive gaze, her tone cooled somewhat, "Auntie, can you tell me the truth?"
"I know you're lying to me."
Jiang Xianmei halted her movements, her gaze was lowered, and she continuously rubbed the hem of her clothes with her fingers.
Jiang Yuzhu sighed and looked at her aunt worriedly, "Auntie, isn't there something you can share with me? Keeping problems bottled up can sometimes make things worse."
