Chen Xiaoqian spread out her little notebook, ready to study which picture of the small wooden table looked better, when her mom called.
"Qian'er!"
"What's up, Mom?"
"Are you busy these days?"
"Not too bad, Long is about to take an exam, right? I'll go back to see him."
"Great, what I wanted to tell you is this: you should hurry back, your brother's exam is one thing, but there's something else. Aren't you always helping people with their problems? There's a matter for you to deal with."
Helping with problems... Xiaoqian's mouth twitched.
Did her mom really take her for a fortuneteller?
"Go ahead, who has a problem this time? Do they want me to treat a child who doesn't want to eat, or do I have to predict if a menopausal woman's husband is having an affair? Actually, you should call Fugui, he's willing to be the director on female affairs and can handle all these issues."
