By the time Zhuo Qianyun was done talking, Mrs. Zhuo was already crying her eyes out as she hugged her daughter.
Zhuo Qianyun gently patted her mother on the back and comforted her softly, "Mom, don't cry. Don't cry..."
It was not her son who worried her the most, but her mother. Her mother had devoted so much to her, but as a daughter, she could not even provide for her old mother until the end of her life!
...
Zhuo Qianyun went to a nearby market to buy some ingredients for the food stall, and she happened to run into Guo Xinli on her way back.
Guo Xinli was happy to see Zhuo Qianyun. "What a coincidence. I was afraid no one would be at home when I got there."
"What are you doing here?" asked Zhuo Qianyun.
"I happened to have something to do nearby, so I came to drop off some toys. They're toys from my childhood, but they're still in good condition. Lil Yan was interested when I told him about them, so I wanted to give them to him. You can just throw them away when they're worn out. They're only trinkets of little value anyway," said Guo Xinli.
"Thank you," Zhuo Qianyun thanked him.
"Are you carrying these things upstairs? Let me help you!" Seeing the ingredients on Zhuo Qianyun's motorcycle, Guo Xinli rolled up his sleeves and helped carry them.
Zhuo Qianyun thanked him again.
As they carried the things upstairs, they did not notice a car that was parked not far away. The person in the car was looking at the scene with a dark gaze.
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