Mo Yan drove Nanxi home, her mood was not good, and she remained silent throughout the journey.
In the washroom just now, Liang Qiaoqiao had been vomiting relentlessly, frightening her. She understood why Liang Qiaoqiao was upset; it would be difficult for anyone to hold it together when their father marries another woman.
Liang Qiaoqiao might appear nonchalant on the surface, but inside she cared more than anyone else.
She didn't know what to say in this situation. She felt sorry for Liang Qiaoqiao, her grandmother, and her uncle. She wished that everyone could be happy. Even though the definition of happiness was complex and difficult, there was always hope for happiness!
She believed so.
...
It was about seven o'clock in the evening when Lu Yinchu came home. He saw Nanxi on the sofa hugging a pillow and walked over, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing!" Nanxi sniffed the faint alcohol scent on him and frowned, "You've been drinking?"
