Now, no matter how much the Chiang Family stirred up trouble, it seemed increasingly difficult to affect Little's mood.
They felt that this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but now, their break with the Old Chiang Family had truly become complete.
"This girl," Xu Linjiang laughed and scolded.
He indeed had grown to like Chiang Xiao's spirited and cheerful nature more and more.
Chiang Xiao had gone to send a painting.
Anxious, she had opted for express delivery.
The post office clerk gave her a curious glance but didn't ask further.
Chiang Xiao could be considered a regular at the post office these days; sometimes she would even bring half a pound of chestnuts for the older sister clerk to eat, so this sister had a very good impression of her.
"Chiang Xiao, this isn't mailing a letter, is it? This tube, is it a painting?"
Because Chiang Xiao's letters arrived every other day, the older sister was quite familiar with her name.
