Inside the shopping mall.
Chu Xinning walked out of the men's boutique store with her brows furrowed, her face clearly showing a bit of anxiety.
Tomorrow is her son's thirtieth birthday. Since leaving many years ago, this is her first opportunity to celebrate her son's birthday, and of course, she wants to choose a perfect gift. But having been out all morning, wandering from men's clothes to men's shoes, from crafts to jewelry... nothing matched her intentions. As she arrived at a crossroads passageway, Chu Xinning stopped in some despair, looking around blankly, not knowing which direction to head.
"Why don't we find a place to rest for a while and then think it over?" Qin Zhaoyang stood by her side, gently suggesting.
Turning her face to look at Qin Zhaoyang by her side, Chu Xinning's face immediately showed an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, Zhaoyang... Are you tired?"
