Bai Lian had reminded Wang Youfeng about his grandmother's sickness during the New Year.
Ning Xiao had also been coming out to do homework less frequently lately.
She looked at the message, stopped, propped her elbow on the bar, and began to ponder over Wang Youfeng's issue.
"It's like," Xu Nanjing leaned against the wooden mini-bar and paused to think, "…having an additional mom, perhaps?"
His voice wasn't loud, but Ming Dongheng who was delivering tea and Xiao Bingwen who was not far away both heard him.
Not to mention Xiao Bingwen, even Ming Dongheng was particularly surprised.
Bai Lian was sensitive to the word "mom." She didn't look up, idly tapping on her phone's screen, but her hanging hand was a bit tense, "Then let's forget about it."
She picked up the tea Ming Dongheng had brought over and took a leisurely sip with her head bowed, her expression relaxed and casual.
Not far away, Jiang Fulai put down his violin.
