"That was a vacation, and you were there, so of course they were happy,"
"What I'm talking about is evidence, what Mom is saying is just an unsubstantiated personal inference," Xie Xiya said.
Qi Xiaoqing took a deep breath.
She calmed her emotions, resting her right elbow on the arm of the sofa and gently supporting her head with her palm, as if she had a headache.
If it had been earlier, she would have started lecturing by now.
But this was the hospital, Xie Xiya's ward, and she was still ill.
"Mom," Xie Xiya said, "working in Jinghai, although it might not make a lot of money, is enough for me. Since my living is secured, is it wrong to seek happiness?"
