Qiao En was passively embraced into this large, welcoming hug.
At that moment, her heart felt warm.
But soon after, her heart turned cold.
"Yayun, are you and Director Zhou getting married soon?"
Qiao En's mother wiped her tears and clung to Qiao En's hand without letting go.
"Mom, you're asking even though you already know. My sister is certainly going to marry Director Zhou."
Qiao En stated with certainty.
"Yes, yes, our Yayun will definitely marry Director Zhou."
Qiao De and their mother continued back and forth, and Qiao En was unable to get a word in for a long time.
It seemed they had forgotten that the woman standing before them was called Xu Yayun, not Qiao En.
"Ah De, go peel an apple for your sister."
"Okay."
Qiao De cheerfully went to peel an apple for Qiao En.
"You don't need to go to so much trouble."
With the return of the familial affection she had missed for so long, Qiao En was somewhat taken aback.
