As Song Song wondered, Song Xueqin had already walked into the room and started packing her things.
Song Song immediately followed her in, "Mom, where are we going? Isn't it good here? I work here..."
"Don't ask so many questions." Song Xueqin seemed a bit impatient, "You're my daughter, so you must listen to me. Do you think I would harm you?"
Song Song felt a slight pain in her heart, "No, of course you wouldn't harm me. I just don't understand why we have to suddenly move again."
They had moved to so many places since she was young—Rong City, Yu City, Hong Kong—and finally decided to settle in Qingcheng City. Why do they have to leave again now?
"Mom, it's okay to leave, but can you at least give me a reasonable explanation..."
When she was little, she followed her mother everywhere. She asked the same question, but her mother's answer was always the same: You're too young; you wouldn't understand even if I told you.
