"Mom, don't talk about my sister like that. She's young and going through some hardships isn't necessarily a bad thing," Song Xiaogang said and then turned to Song Xiaorou, "Life is a mix of the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty; whether it's good or bad, it's all part of one's life. Sis, remember this: if your marriage with Yuxuan can last, it's good fortune. If it can't, it's not your fault. Just come back home. No matter what happens, you have me and mom backing you up. Don't hold in your grievances; otherwise, we can't even help you if we want to."
Song Xiaorou smiled, tiptoed, and patted his shoulder, "Got it, my dear housekeeper!"
At that moment, her phone rang again, with the caller ID still showing Chen's mother.
Song Xiaorou didn't answer, but Chen's mother kept calling, making seven or eight calls in a row. Just as Song Xiaorou was about to blacklist her, Wu Yanmei said, "Answer it, let's hear what she wants!"
Song Xiaorou took the call.
