Zhao Mengmeng had chatted with him for half a day, her mood was great.
Even Zhao's mother, who was at the staircase entrance, could hear the laughter and felt somewhat relieved.
At noon, Pei Chenyang found an excuse to leave, leaving the mother and daughter to have a heart-to-heart talk.
"Looks like this bodyguard is quite the talker, he's got you all giggly," Zhao's mother said with a smile, considering it a good thing.
Her daughter hadn't laughed much recently.
But how could Zhao's mother know that it wasn't that Zhao Mengmeng didn't want to smile, but with the current atmosphere at home, she couldn't smile and didn't dare to.
"Mom, you got it wrong. This bodyguard is quite clumsy with his words, but during the conversation, he didn't grasp some of our local meanings, which led to some funny misunderstandings."
"You haven't been teasing him, have you?" Zhao's mother looked wary, wondering if her daughter was bullying a foreign bodyguard.
