Her voice was steeped in a hint of acidity, yet Deng Jiaru's face emanated warmth and cheer as always.
Though now in her fifties or sixties, she still exuded a youthful, sophisticated charm. Qiao Xiaon'an, sitting at the same table, found her a pleasing sight regardless of how she looked.
Her mother-in-law was truly beautiful.
Upon hearing her name mentioned in Deng Jiaru's conversation, she clenched her chopsticks a little tighter, listening with rapt attention.
"Then, should I ignore Qiaoqiao entirely?"
"…" Her son's words made Deng Jiaru realize something. Oh yes, it was a good thing, a very good thing. She couldn't let her son be embroiled in negative news concerning his sexual orientation again.
"Mom, when you have time, go and keep Qiaoqiao company."
"…"
"She might feel lonely at the Oriental Pearl alone."
At this, Deng Jiaru on the other side of the phone, started to giggle again, "Don't worry, Qiaoqiao has been staying at the old house for the past few days."
