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"Mmm. Your Aunt Guan and I are at home. You'll have to check if it's convenient for Xiaoxue and the others. If not, I'll come get you in the morning."

"I'll ask." said Wanqing.

After hanging up the phone, she suddenly remembered something and, timidly, looked at Mu Tianying. "Did you find out?"

"Find out what?" Mu Tianying looked at the cold rice in his bowl, poured it into an electric pot and scooped a fresh hot portion from it.

"I was working at the teahouse... part-time." Wanqing's voice trembled with anxiety. "I didn't mean to hide it from you! I told my mom—"

"I knew." Mu Tianying moved closer to her and spooned some food to her mouth. "Open wide."

Wanqing ate and cried as she chewed.

"Don't cry. I'm not angry with you."

"Really?" Wanqing's voice choked up.

"Mmm," Mu Tianying nodded and wiped her tears away. "With all the fuss that's happening, it's best if you stop going to the teahouse from tomorrow... I think your mother won't want you to go either."

Wanqing nodded.