The following morning An Xiulan came to the living room humming. She was not paying attention to anything or anyone but suddenly her gaze fell on someone in the dining area and she paused in her footsteps.
"What are you doing here?" An Xiulan asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
Han Zixin shrugged. He winked much to her dissatisfaction and focused on the food that An Qinyan was putting on his plate like a mother hen.
"Mom, you are my mom, "An Xiulan said, looking at her mother with utter grievance.
An Qinyan sighed and rubbed her daughter's head. "Baby, you are twenty-five now. Stop getting jealous. Why did you not tell me Ah Xin is picking you up for the office? He told me that he dropped you home last evening too. Why did you not tell us?"
An Xiulan scratched her head. She kind of forgot about this.
"Don't tell me it slipped your mind, "An Qinyan narrowed her eyes at the girl.
An Xiulan sheepishly smiled at her mother.
