Su Qing was trembling uncontrollably all over, her arms encircling the person were also continuously protesting with a quiver.
Before she even entered the villa, Su Qing, hesitating outside, was spotted by the aunt who was taking out the trash.
The aunt exclaimed in surprise, "Qingqing Miss, is it really you?"
In that moment, Su Qing desperately wanted to bury herself somewhere, ashamed to face this aunt who had doted on her almost as much as her own mother.
She felt ashamed of her past actions.
Yet, the aunt, as if she had never been hurt by Su Qing, hurriedly jogged forward and grabbed her sleeve, looking at the baby in her arms with joy and asking, "Is this little miss your child? How adorable..."
When the topic of her own child came up, Su Qing showed a long-lost smile, "Yes, just a bit thin, my, my milk isn't plentiful..."
"No worries, I'll make some more lactation dishes for you. It surely won't be many days before you successfully increase your milk supply."
