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"Is that Xue Guohong?" Wang Meifeng's eyes instantly went wide as saucers, "Auntie, do you recognize the girl sitting in his car?"
"Hmm." Zhao Yucui nodded, but said nothing more.
Wang Meifeng was no fool; she knew this was not a matter to discuss in the middle of the street, so she changed the subject, "Auntie, Xiaoqing should be getting out of school by now, right? Should we go pick him up?"
Speaking of her beloved son, Zhao Yucui's gaze warmed up, "That wild monkey runs off as soon as the bell rings; how could we possibly catch him?"
"My mom always says that if Songsong were half as tough as Xiaoqing, she'd be content." Songsong was Wang Meifeng's younger brother, officially Wang Jinsong, born in the same year as Zhao Yucui's son Zhang Xiaoqing, both fifteen years old.
"That's because she hasn't had to apologize to everyone for him. Let her apologize and smile to make peace every now and then like I do; then she wouldn't envy Xiaoqing's toughness..."
