Back then, she suddenly took an interest in looking pretty and grew out her hair, her mother's hairdressing skills weren't very good, often leaving her hands stiff from braiding her daughter's hair.
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
Qin Mu instinctively looked toward Feng Fanghua, this elder with a sharp tongue and a soft heart, and her lips slowly curled into a smile.
Feng Fanghua glanced at her, "Why are you looking at me for? I'm not your mother."
Although the tone was unpleasant, Qin Mu couldn't help but laugh, "How did you know I was thinking about her?"
"Hmph, whatever you're thinking, I know it clear as day, I just don't love to burst your bubble. Besides, I have my own kids to take care of, I don't have the energy to fuss over you."
Qin Mu fell silent again, because she truly didn't know how to continue.
