A meal had passed, and Ning Yanan's words had become fewer and fewer.
Mrs. Mo treated her well, and the more she did, the greater Ning Yanan's inner torment grew.
She would have preferred Mrs. Mo to be like everyone else, disdaining her background, picking on her past, even opposing her relationship with Mo Xiyan...
Perhaps then, her heart might have felt a bit better.
"I have some friends to meet this time, so I won't join you after dinner. Yangyang, take Yaya back, and when you have time, hurry and bring her to your grandfather and father for a look."
After dinner, Mrs. Mo left promptly, without a trace like a cloud blown away.
"Goodbye, Auntie."
Ning Yanan watched Mrs. Mo's retreating figure and waved her hand.
Her heart couldn't quite identify the taste.
Mo Xiyan drove the car, and all the way, Ning Yanan didn't speak.
Usually, when she was with Mo Xiyan, she wasn't much of a talker, but it had never been like this.
