"Huh, where's little aunt? Is she not coming over for breakfast?" Tang Yue was surprised not to see Wei Jiajia.
Tang Mingli chuckled and said: "Your little aunt has already eaten at home. After I drop Anan off at home, we'll head to the factory."
"Okay." Tang Yue, belatedly realizing what was going on, figured little aunt must be feeling shy.
They're a married couple after all, isn't this normal?
Thinking this, Tang Yue enjoyed her scallion-stuffed omelet noodles, feeling completely relaxed.
Years later, when Tang Yue was almost everyday pressed by Mo Siyu, struggling to get out of bed, always thinking about how to cover the marks on her body, she finally understood Wei Jiajia's shyness, wishing she could hide under the covers and not have to see anyone.
Xingyao Clothing Factory, Tang Yue had agreed with Tang Mingli that she'd go to Mingyue in the afternoon.
Xingyao.
