"I hit the curb and jolted my back. It hurts so much!" Wu Xiaowen said, sucking in a breath.
Tang Yaxuan rushed to rub her mother's back, but it was no use through the thick winter clothes and mid-length coat. "Forget it," Wu Xiaowen said with a frown. "Let's just hurry home."
Tang Yaxuan supported Wu Xiaowen as they walked. Wu Xiaowen's ankle was also sore, making her limp painfully. She couldn't help but complain, "I don't know what your Uncle Bai is so busy with. It's almost the New Year, and he's still not back. He has a car. If he were here in Beijing, it would be so much easier for us to get around."
She recalled her phone call with Bai Lihua yesterday. His tone had been distant, lacking its usual tenderness. Although she guessed he probably had people in his office, she still felt deeply unsettled.
