When Sheng Jiayu arrived, Xu Qingru was trimming her potted plants under the outdoor fence. Seeing Sheng Jiayu coming over, she put down the scissors in her hand: "Why did you buy so many things? I don't lack anything here. You're worrying for nothing again."
Sheng Jiayu smiled and exhaled a puff of white breath. As Xu Qingru touched her cold little hand, she felt a pang of heartache and quickly led Sheng Jiayu into the house.
The villa was evidently well-cleaned, and there were several flowers on the coffee table that she couldn't name.
Sheng Jiayu glanced around the house; not seeing any strangers, she asked, "Mom, hasn't that uncle arrived yet?"
"The flight was delayed. He only boarded half an hour ago."
Sheng Jiayu nodded, not saying anything further, but she keenly noticed that Xu Qingru was in an exceptionally good mood today.
