"What if my daughter gets targeted by that woman again in that house?"
"Do you think my granddaughter is a pushover?" Old Qu picked up a blue ceramic cup with her name, Li Meiyue, engraved in it.
"This…" Her daughter lowered her head, feeling slightly indecisive. "Mom, you know it; Jingwan is my most precious daughter."
"I know." She eyed her daughter apathetically. "I know. Just relax."
"Mhm." Madam Qu nodded and, seemingly having recalled something, turned around. "Why do you say that Pei Ge is not easy to deal with?"
"I…" The old lady's action halted at this. After a short pause, she answered, "Anyone that my granddaughter can't handle is not a pushover."
"Makes sense." The other nodded in agreement.
The elderly lady looked at the Chinese parasol tree outside as her memories slowly traveled to the secret she could not speak of which was also the only stain in her life.
