Are You Displeased?

"Aunt." Su Qingsang blinked her eyes and fought down the impulse to cry. "Next time, if we don't come back on time, you don't have to wait for us. Our timing is not fixed."

"It's okay. I don't have other things to do anyway." Xiang Caiping smiled amiably.

Su Qingsang knew it would be difficult to change her mind, but made a mental note to call next time if she could not get back on time.

Then, she realized that she hadn't seen Xiang Caiping use a mobile phone at all and wondered whether to take her out and buy one. She could save her and Huo Jinyao's numbers as emergency numbers so that she could call them when she needed someone.

Looking at the wrinkles under Xiang Caiping's eyes, Su Qingsang told herself, that nothing was really unacceptable. Sooner or later, she would accept her as her mother.

"Qingsang? Are you displeased?"

"No, Aunt. I'm going to wash my hands and have dinner."

"Yes. I'll warm up the food."

"Okay."