Mianmian heard the noise outside the main room die down, which she found odd. When she opened the door, she saw Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua acting as if nothing had happened, busy cooking in the kitchen.
A fragrance of cured meat wafted from the kitchen, surprising her even more. What occasion was it that they were preparing such a feast? Were they having a farewell dinner?
With her doubts, Mianmian returned to her room to find Siyu still sobbing heavily under her covers. Mianmian frowned, "Mom and Dad are cooking, your crying won't reach their ears."
Truth be told, Siyu's crying sounded so contrived, like coquettish whimpering, it gave Mianmian goosebumps all over.
Siyu was the best at acting spoiled in front of men. It had been the same in her past life; the slightest issue would send her running to whine to Gu Jianbin, who unfailingly fell for her act.
As long as Siyu cried, Gu Jianbin was at a loss on how to handle her.
