Qin Jiao said calmly, "Mom, just be careful on your way. Call home if anything happens. If they want to blame me, then let them."
Those relatives didn't care about her anyway, so why should she care what they said?
'If you were always worried about what other people think, how they see you, wouldn't every step be a struggle? How could you get anything done?'
In truth, Qin Jiao was very grateful to her mother. Her mother understood and supported her.
That was enough.
However, after her mom, her aunt, and Xiao Shi left in her uncle Sun Jianhua's car, Qin Jiao was the only one left at home.
Qin Jiao frowned, a vague sense of unease settling in her heart.
She vaguely remembered that in this life, her grandfather wasn't supposed to have died so early. Despite his smoking and drinking, the old man was actually quite robust and had lived to be over eighty.
But her grandfather now was not even seventy.
'How could something have suddenly gone wrong?'
