As Song Qian'ai passed by the living room downstairs, she greeted the person sitting on the sofa, "Mom, I'm leaving now."
"Hmm, don't come home before five," Mrs. Song waved her hand impatiently.
Song Qian'ai: ...
She silently pitied herself for a second, then quickly headed out, chose the least conspicuous car from the garage, and got in. Just as she was about to drive off, her phone beeped with a text message notification.
She took it out to check and immediately burst into laughter. Oh my god, she would never again doubt whether her mother wasn't really her biological mother. She absolutely was!
Because her mother had just transferred 100,000 yuan to her card... This was amazing! If only her mother could be less harsh with words and stop being so hypocritical, it would be perfect.
Happily, she stepped on the gas and drove out of the garage... She was going to visit her best friend Wang Xijia today...
