"You child, you still know how to come home, do you have any idea how much I've missed you? You've really made me angry. Was it necessary to hold such a grudge against the family?" Mother Yu reached Qingyao's side and couldn't help but start wiping away her tears.
Qingyao was her youngest daughter, and the only one she had raised from birth, wanting to give her all the best of everything.
Moreover, the mother and daughter had never been apart for such a long time, especially after recently hearing from Yu Qingli that the other might have been imprisoned, how could Mother Yu not worry?
Father Yu felt the same way. He glanced at Huo Yixiu, suppressed the anger in his heart, and accused Qingyao, "You child, still know to come home, huh? I thought you didn't even remember which way the front door opens."
"The child has finally come home; don't say such things," Mother Yu hurriedly spoke out, truly afraid that Qingyao would leave in a huff after hearing these words.
