As soon as she entered the house, Lu Qingqing saw Ning Anping sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the Christmas tree.
Without her daughter's return, she just never went to bed.
The brightly lit living room, adorned with a Christmas tree full of lights, ribbons, and various gifts, seemed rather lonely with only one person there.
Seeing this, Lu Qingqing immediately felt a sense of guilt.
She felt guilty for leaving her mother alone to go on a date, and resentfully wondered why only her mother was at home when Fu Yisheng had said he'd give her dad a chance.
Her dad's initiative was just too poor, she thought.
"Mom, why haven't you rested?" Lu Qingqing sat beside her, clinging to her arm, and earnestly said, "Next time, don't wait for me to come back before you go to sleep, I'll worry."
Ning Anping smiled, "Without the lights on and the door open, I feared you wouldn't find your way home."
A sourness involuntarily filled Lu Qingqing's eyes.
