Lu Qingqing returned home and found that Ning Anping had arrived before her, already changed into home clothes and eating wonton noodles.
"Mom, how did you come back?" Did Dad succeed?
To be honest, Lu Qingqing was dying of curiosity.
Although she repeatedly said she respected her mother's wishes, deep down, Lu Qingqing really hoped her parents could reconcile. After all, she could see that there were still feelings between them.
The name Xiulin alone was proof her mom hadn't forgotten her love.
And as for her dad, having not remarried after many years of amnesia, didn't that prove his fidelity to love?
The love that had been tempered by time was even more beautiful and sincere than what young people possessed.
Ning Anping glanced at her, "Go change your clothes first. I can smell the late-night snacks on you from a distance."
