"Pandie, how did you sleep?"
"How many times did the child cry last night?"
"Is there enough breast milk?"
Tong Huaqiong came in and bombarded her niece with questions of concern.
Then she shooed everyone else out of the room.
Afterward, Tong Huaqiong stuffed the fifty silver notes she got from the Wu Family into Tong Pandi's hands, and began probing into Tong Pandi's background.
She held Hua Er in her arms, playing and singing a lullaby for a while.
"Our motherland is a garden, the flowers in the garden bloom brilliantly..."
"Let us row together, the little boat pushes the waves away, the beautiful white pagoda is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls..."
"Love how you walk alone through dark alleys, love how you don't kneel, love how you face despair..."
Tong Huaqiong racked her brains singing popular songs from memory while carefully observing Tong Pandi's reaction.
