Yang Sitong was just like a drowning person that had managed to grasp onto some seaweed underwater as she rushed over to the Lus without stopping at all.
Because her son had gotten married, Shen Lingshuang did feel some sympathy toward Yang Sitong, and as such, was even more polite than usual, welcoming her warmly, "Sitong, you must not have had dinner yet, right? I made some dessert, Would you like to try some?"
If this were in the past, Yang Sitong would have wished for nothing more than to linger longer at the Lus.
However, things were different today—she must not forget her motive for being here. She smiled out bitterly and shook her head. "It's alright, auntie! I've already had my meal. The reason why I'm here today is to bid you farewell."
"Farewell?" Shen Lingshuang was surprised.