Yang Hao could understand a child's affection and obsession for their mother.
But the key to what Xixi said lay in the word "new".
What she wanted was not a mother, but a new mother!
In other words, the little girl had completely given up on her original mother, or she wouldn't have spoken about wanting a new mother.
Yang Hao, of course, understood Xixi's thoughts, but the expression on the driver's face, who was a substitute at the wheel, was quite amusing. He kept glancing at the back seat through the rearview mirror.
He probably hadn't expected to catch such juicy gossip while picking up a driving gig.
So, if the little girl said she wanted a new mother, how many mothers had she had before??
The substitute driver glanced at Yang Hao out of the corner of his eye, thinking to himself: Rich folks really know how to live it up, changing mothers for their kids willy-nilly.
