After ten in the morning, Lin Jie returned home and found Zhang Xiaoxiao sorting the fresh meat, eggs, vegetables, and fish sent by the Fu Family.
Feeling a bit distressed, Lin Jie said, "Xiaoxiao, how about canceling today's gathering? If you don't want to go to the hospital, just rest well at home."
"No need to cancel! A-Jie, you don't need to worry about me."
Zhang Xiaoxiao straightened up, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, and said, "Being lively and busy makes me feel better, and time passes more quickly."
"Really, this is from the bottom of my heart. I'm not lying to you."
Lin Jie sighed and said, "Alright then, let's go ahead with the gathering as planned. But Xiaoxiao, don't hold it in—if there's anything on your mind, make sure to talk about it."
"Miaomiao and I have always regarded you as a sister, sometimes even like a mother."
"A mother? Do I look that old? Being a sister is enough."
