"What do you want to eat? Mom will make something for you." Saying this, she was about to go downstairs to cook for Ruan Jiaojiao.
Ruan Jiaojiao quickly pulled her back, continuing to snuggle in her embrace, "Auntie is already cooking for me, Mom. I just missed you. Do you miss me? If you do, then hold me a little longer."
"You silly child." Holding her daughter's soft and fragrant little body, Shu Jiao choked up for a moment. The feeling of grievance overwhelmed her, and the soreness she had tried hard to suppress surged back into her nose, her eyes following suit, becoming moist.
Ruan Jianguo gave the fourth household three hundred thousand, which made Shu Jiao angry, but it wasn't really about the money. What broke her heart was Ruan Jianguo's deceitful attitude, especially that sentence asking Ruan Hao to help conceal it, making her feel utterly cold.
