And Meng Siqi, she had gained nothing and had undeservedly given away a spot, only to be scolded by her son.
Her heart felt stifled, which is why she had been holding back from calling He Xiuyu; it was always He Xiuyu who took the initiative to call her.
But it was just a few times.
She knew that He Xiuyu was busy.
Both her younger and older sons were excellent, the most outstanding boys in the compound.
She was proud and honored.
Her children, Meng Siqi's children, shone like stars in the sky—brilliant and dazzling—in her heart, no one could compare to them.
Yet neither of them was by her side.
He Shan was busy all day, and her only daughter was out every day, playing with a group of friends, carrying a recorder whose purpose Meng Siqi did not understand.
Sighing, she felt she should give He Xiuyu a call.
But she thought, what if that despicable woman's daughter, Qiao Qingyu, answered the phone? That would utterly disgust her.
