Upon returning to the rented house, Qin Yuji took an immediate liking to Old Jenny the moment she saw her, and affectionately started calling her Mother Jenny along with Qiao Xinran.
Old Jenny's smile was full of wrinkles, making her appear even more kindly and benevolent.
The room upstairs where Qiao Xinran lived was spacious enough; thus, after a tactful decline of Old Jenny's offer of a free bedroom, Qiao Xinran opened the wardrobe and began to help Qin Yuji organize her clothes.
"Alright, alright, you sit down. I can take care of this myself."
Ever since she entered the house, Qiao Xinran had become a porcelain doll in Qin Yuji's eyes—she wouldn't let her lift a finger, insisting she just had to sit and chat.
Sniffling and pushing back the tears that were about to emerge, Qiao Xinran said with a smile, "Yuji, you have no idea how happy I am right now."
