"By the way, your second uncle's family must be beside themselves with joy now that I'm not in the picture. Especially pleased, right? Xiao Mo, remember what your mom says: those people have hearts as cunning as can be. Don't let them fool you!"
Even if Leng Mo was filled with sadness, it vanished with Zeng Qiuping's words. She had to interrupt her endless ranting: "Mom! Is it really appropriate to keep saying words like 'dead' during New Year?"
Zeng Qiuping was taken aback by Leng Mo's question, awkwardly laughing: "I'm just saying it casually. By the way, daughter, you and Yin Xian..."
Leng Mo lowered her head and replied flatly: "We're just friends now!"
After midnight, the New Year's bell rang, officially ushering in 2008.
In a large bedroom specially tidied up by Housekeeper Xu on the old man's orders, Li Si snuggled in the broad, warm embrace of Leng Mochen, chatting, while Buding was snoring away on a little bed not far away.
