"Hey, are you up, third child?"
It's the voice of her mom, Liu Cuilan, sounding a bit anxious. Could something have happened?
Su Xiaoxiao sprang up from the bed, shoved on her shoes, and dashed out the door.
"Mom, what's the matter? Whose ancestors' tomb is smoking this time?"
Liu Cuilan: "..."
This child, talking nonsense early in the morning.
Whose ancestors' tomb smokes every day?
"Was everything alright at your workplace last night?"
Su Xiaoxiao had passed on a message through someone to tell her mom she'd be late because of work.
Liu Cuilan waited until the middle of the night to see her come back, noticed how exhausted her daughter looked, and did not have the heart to ask about it then, which is why she came by first thing this morning.
Of course, there were other matters.
"No problem, everything's sorted out."
Su Xiaoxiao yawned, then glanced over to see a crowd standing in the yard, and was startled.
