She only hoped that Huanhuan wouldn't leave and stop contacting her in the future, leaving her worried sick like Feng Fanghua, which caused her heart to ache unbearably.
"Mom, I will definitely be very obedient," Huanhuan said.
So, after a moment of thought, that was the line she finally squeezed out.
"You? Do you really think you're an obedient one? But you don't need to be that obedient," her mom responded with an inadvertent scoff, her weary face showing a touch of relief.
"I'll try my best not to make you worry," Huanhuan assured.
"Hmph, that might be harder than getting Mu Qingxin to come back," Feng Fanghua retorted with another scoff.
Qin Mu's small bowl of bitter medicine eventually hit the bottom. While chatting with Feng Fanghua, she had unknowingly finished it, perhaps forgetting it was medicine. Just as she looked down and was about to feel happy, the bowl empty, the maid by her side said, "Miss, give me the bowl, I'll go and get you another."
Another bowl?
