"Oh, you're at home. I thought you're not around, so I'm asking the children to come over for dinner," Qiao Qiang said.
"I just came back…" Li Gui whispered as she lowered her head in self-reproach.
Qiao Qiang did not blame Li Gui and said gently, "How's your mother? Has she recovered?"
At the mention of Old Madam Li, Li Gui felt even more ashamed and whispered, "She's fine…"
Qiao Qiang could tell that Li Gui was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so he waved his hand and went home. At this moment, Qiao Mei was still sitting on the brick bed and knitting.
It had gotten cold recently and she wanted to knit a sweater for her grandfather. When she was working as a lawyer in her other life, her favorite hobby was to do handicrafts and grow flowers and plants. Knitting was an easy thing for her to do.
