There were two sides to life. One was genuine, and the other was hypocritical. Madam Li was both genuine and hypocritical to Madam Xiao.
After so many years, Madam Xiao might know Madam Li's hypocrisy, and Madam Li might know Madam Xiao's pretense.
The two women's ages combined were more than 100 years old. They were both open-minded and indifferent. They could not be bothered to argue with one another.
This was why Du Jiayi said that she couldn't understand Madam Li and Madam Xiao's interactions. It was because the young Du Jiayi was far from as strong-willed as the two mothers.
At night, the hospital was frighteningly cold. The long corridor was lit up by snow-white lights, making the surroundings empty and spacious. But when they walked in, they still felt very oppressive.
Madam Xiao heard footsteps outside. She was on the phone and sighed before saying, "Alright, I heard Chenglan's footsteps. I'm hanging up."
