"If you don't want to come back, then never come back, not even for New Year's! Mom and I can manage just fine by ourselves!"
Xu Qingfan, who had just returned from a boba shop run, hadn't even stepped through Xia Xiaoxiao's front door when he heard Lin Jing's angry shouting inside.
After some inner conflict, Xu Qingfan continued with the step he had hesitated to take.
The autumn sun set particularly early, and although it was just past six o'clock, the outside was already lit up with countless lights. The living room light was off, leaving the inside dim and shadowy.
The TV was on but silent, its dim glow casting light on Xia Xiaoxiao's face, making her look very lonely.
Lin Jing, with phone still in hand, made a motion as if she wanted to throw it just as her peripheral vision caught Xu Qingfan standing at the door.
"Xiao Fan, you're here! Why don't you come in and sit?" Lin Jing quickly adjusted her emotions, but her tone still sounded quite unnatural.
