She squeezed her mother's hand and answered earnestly.
"Mom, I know what I'm doing."
Mrs. Song squeezed her hand back, her touch gentle yet firm.
"I believe in you."
"Qingya, about us dealing with Cheng Lu's situation today... let's not tell Ajin just yet, okay?"
Song Qingya's heart clenched. It felt like she had a premonition, but she didn't dare press for more information.
Finally, she gave a slow nod.
"Okay, I won't mention it."
Mrs. Song let out a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders slumping slightly.
"Finding Cheng Lu at all is already a blessing from heaven."
She didn't continue,
but Song Qingya knew what she meant.
Even though Cheng Lu was in custody now, in a tough situation, at least she was alive.
It wasn't like last time, when she had disappeared for months without a word, and they didn't know if she was dead or alive.
That kind of torment was more agonizing than the news that she was in trouble.
She placed her hand over her mother's.
