Mrs. He spoke, her eyes filled with memories of those past events. I quietly stuffed a sandwich into my mouth, watching as Mrs. He became absorbed in her reminiscences.
After a while, Mrs. He apologetically turned to me, "I'm really sorry, you know. Once people get old, they love to reminisce about the past."
I flashed Mrs. He a big smile, "It's fine. After all, I was the one who brought up the topic. If thinking about it made you recall some unpleasant things, I'm sorry about that too."
Mrs. He waved her hand dismissively, "What's there to worry about? Ah, it's not like it's a secret that cannot be told; you would have found out sooner or later. Qiao Yi has not had an easy time over these years, and she has been working so hard for the Zheng Family. If possible, I really hope you can take care of her a bit more."
Swallowing the last bite of my sandwich, I replied, "I understand, Mrs. He. I will definitely treat Qiao Yi as if she was my own younger sister."
