Sun Yuhua stood up with a proud, unyielding expression on her face, not bothering to say much to Xia Xiao before leaving, her back straight and rigid.
Xia Xiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, thinking that no one really feared Sun Yuhua's departure. She wondered what Sun Yuhua had to be so proud of.
Xia Xiao simply lay down on the bed to sleep, no longer wanting to concern herself with Sun Yuhua's affairs. Whatever provocative things she had said, whether Sun Yuhua took them to heart or not, it was no longer her concern.
That night, Gao Jiaxing came home to sleep at an unknown hour, but Sun Yuhua had already prepared breakfast early in the morning.
Moreover, Sun Yuhua had set the breakfast for everyone at the table, a bowl of porridge ready for each person, smiling unnaturally at everyone, "Mom, Dad, Jiazhi, Jiaxing, Xia Xiao, the breakfast is still warm. Eat up."
Weilin was very happy, praising Sun Yuhua, "Mommy's cooking is delicious."
