Not Just Feeling Guilty

With a sense of caution, Zhang Yao opened the door, only to find Aunt Cui standing there once again. However, her demeanor had changed drastically from her previous domineering attitude. Now, she was all smiles, holding an apple in her hand. It was the first time Zhang Yao had seen her with such a friendly facade, which was quite a novelty. "Aunt Cui, what brings you here again?" she asked.

Aunt Cui polished the apple on her sleeve, carefully hiding the slightly rotten part in her palm. She extended the apple towards Zhang Yao, saying, "Take this apple for your mother. Don't be shy with Aunt Cui. By the way, Zhang Yao, how did you come to know the influential person from earlier?"