Qiao Qingyu quickly grabbed her, whispering, "Auntie, this is just outside the school, there are so many of Li Bo's classmates over there, please don't cry, it's not good for her, let's talk this over calmly."
The middle-aged woman still wanted to cry, but when she met Qiao Qingyu's clear, piercing eyes, she suddenly realized that she was indeed embarrassing her daughter. She hastily wiped her tears and stood up.
A few of them stood under the shelter of the wall, avoiding the wind.
Li Bo's complexion was terrible, completely lacking her usual vigor. She even looked at her mother with disdain, thinking of her as nothing but a hindrance, offering no help—just a source of embarrassment.
"…Mom, just go back, you and dad have been out of love for so long, dragging it out is just hurting each other. Aunt Shao is getting older, she can't wait much longer, really…"
