185 Supporting parents

Ming Ya was sitting in the living room, rubbing her head. Although she told Liu Jingjing that she trusted Song Zhilan, she couldn't shake the fear and worry from her heart that the girl managed to ignite. She trusted her son. She would not question his love for his cousin without having a talk with him. Earlier, she was excitedly helping everyone to make arrangements for welcoming the Long family but now she was busy worrying and couldn't focus on work. 

An hour later, Song Zhilan came home, humming. One thing that she knew about her son was that he was not very vocal with his emotions. He would not show his joy or sorrow to anyone. He was aloof and rarely talked about himself to anyone. But she was his mother and could read him even without him telling her anything. Right now, she could see that he was extremely happy. His eyes were shining with a different kind of light. It was as if he was a child who had gotten his favourite gift from Santa before Christmas.