Fanghua and the little Ziyu in her arms raised their eyes together, looking at the scene before them, unable to help but furrow their brows. This was her precious daughter, looking so disheveled and unlike herself.
The aunt came over to coax Ziyu to play, while Fanghua straightened her back and sat on the sofa, staring at Qingxin: "You still know what hunger is, huh?"
Qingxin opened her bleary eyes, slightly displeased as she looked at Fanghua. Something felt off, but she couldn't pinpoint it, so she forced a smile: "I'll go to the kitchen to find something to eat first."
As Qingxin spoke, she turned to find food, and Fanghua sighed: "Truly worrying."
After finishing breakfast, Qingxin ran back to the sofa, hugged a throw pillow, and lay down again: "Where's Ziyu?"
"Out playing with the aunt. What's going on between you and Jiang Yan?"
Fanghua looked at her daughter's weak face beside her, asking worriedly.
