"Go sit over there." Ye's father picked up the items on the table and threw them into the trash can.
Zhao Xiao bit her lip and said nothing.
At this moment, Ye's mother got up.
Seeing Zhao Xiao standing in the living room, her eyes suddenly showed vigilance: "Who are you?"
"Hello, Aunt, my name is Zhao Xiao. I'm a friend of Brother Jing."
Zhao Xiao sized up Ye's mother.
Her face was already wrinkled, her complexion a bit sallow, wearing a gray pajama set, and matching cotton slippers.
Not much different from any ordinary elderly lady.
Her eyes were dull, so cloudy that they showed no hope.
"What kind of friend? I think you're sent by her, aren't you?" Ye's mother approached.
"Who? Sent by who?" Zhao Xiao stepped back.
"I knew it. She wouldn't let us go so easily." Ye's mother suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Zhao Xiao by the neck.
"Aunt, calm down, I truly am Brother Jing's friend. He sent me to take care of you guys."
