"What's the matter, why so flustered?"
Gu Taohua almost stumbled into Tong Huaqiong's arms.
Gu Taohua steadied herself and said, "I'm bringing sour plum soup to mom."
Tong Huaqiong happened to be thirsty and gulped down the sour plum soup.
Gu Taohua was too hasty earlier, but Tong Huaqiong couldn't bear to reprimand her. If Gu Taohua were in her world, she would be a high school student.
"Mom, do you think I'm clumsy compared to Lian Second Miss?"
Today, Gu Taohua was unusually sensitive; she thought of the composed Lian Second Miss.
Lian Second Miss wasn't much older than her, yet she could already manage a business on her own, whereas she still relied on her mom's support.
Tong Huaqiong never compared Gu Taohua to Lian Second Miss.
Tong Huaqiong said, "There's no comparison between you two. I think you're great."
In her heart, her own daughter was naturally the best in the world.
