Xiyan cheekily said, "You don't think I'm upset because of those comments, do you? Come on, I'm already used to it."
"Still pretending to be strong?" Ou Jue pinched her cheek, "Deep down, you care a lot about those comments about your mom, silly girl."
Sometimes, Ou Jue feels really terrifying.
In this world, there might not be another person who understands you this well.
Even when she said nothing, a glance or a small gesture was enough for Ou Jue to know what she was thinking.
To know what she cared about the most.
...
It was almost time for the program recording, and Ou Jue temporarily left for the audience seats while Xiyan was making her final makeup touches.
The assistant knocked on the door, "Summer, your mom is here."
Mom's here?
Xiyan was a bit surprised, quickly got up, and went out to greet her.
Sure enough, Xia Zhiyun was outside, even though she was over 40, she still looked energetic.
Even though she was quite angry before.
"Mom, why are you here?"
