Yang Nuannuan had been thinking clearly ever since she had come to a realization.
Yang Rou hesitated for just a moment, and Nuannuan noticed.
She couldn't help but lift her head and looked at the woman who was nominally her mother.
Then she asked, "Mom? What's wrong..."
Hearing her daughter's voice, Yang Rou came back to her senses.
She suppressed her own thoughts, hurriedly smiled, and said, "Nothing's wrong. Nothing. I was just thinking the house must be quite messy."
Yang Nuannuan hugged her, whispering, "Let it be messy. That's what makes it feel like home."
After saying that, she added, "I thought you didn't want me to come back home."
Yang Rou's heart skipped a beat, saying, "How could that be?"
"Why wouldn't I want you to come home?"
Yang Nuannuan smiled, "Maybe mom has fallen in love. There would be no room for me at home."
Having been in business for twenty years, Yang Rou felt a sudden chill down her spine.
She looked down at Yang Nuannuan.
