As soon as Deputy Room Chief Qiao hung up the phone, Han Wenying asked with great concern, "Old Qiao, where did Shishi go? Is she leaving home again because she's mad at me?"
"Hey, why do you always think everything is about you? What's it got to do with you when she goes out? She's a grown-up!" Old Qiao frowned, feeling a bit sympathetic toward his wife's cautiousness, and a little weary too.
It's always been like this over the years, especially caring about Qiao Shishi's feelings. Aren't we all a family? There's no need for this.
Han Wenying lifted her voice in a mournful manner and continued to blame herself. "Even if Shishi has grown up, in my eyes, she is still a child. It was really my fault yesterday for not making extra food. I honestly didn't know she was coming home last night. If I'd known earlier, I would have prepared dinner. Otherwise, she wouldn't come back late at night to find nothing to eat."
