"You don't seem to be doing well, you've lost weight, and gotten darker." Shen Huiran said to Zhao Xingyan with a sigh.
As soon as Zhao Xingyan heard these concerned words, she immediately burst into tears and choked up, saying, "Mom is still caring and loving to me, this is all my own doing, it's my betrayal of Mom's concern."
Shen Huiran didn't respond, and a flash of sarcasm appeared in her eyes as she sipped tea from her glass.
Zhao Xingyan, crying without a response, felt awkward for a moment, then she wiped her tears with a tissue: "And you, Mom, how have you been these years?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Huiran's clothes and bag and continued, "It seems pretty good, this bag is a new model this year, isn't it?"
"It's from Star Cloud." Shen Huiran said nonchalantly.
"My brother?" Zhao Xingyan's voice grew louder, "Thinking about it, he should be graduating from university this year, right? Where is he interning?"
