"You're such a nag, acting all macho," Li Guifen thought only about her daughter's return and grew a little impatient with him going on and on.
Lin Han: "..."
He kept his mouth shut.
Li Guifen's loud voice was no joke. From afar, Lin Qiao heard her calling, and she poked her head out of the car window.
The first thing she saw was Li Guifen waving her hand with a broad grin on her face, continuously calling out to her, afraid she couldn't hear, "Daughter, daughter, daughter..."
Lin Qiao found it amusing and heartwarming at the same time and responded, "Mom, let's get in the carriage and head home."
"Okay, okay, okay."
Li Guifen nimbly climbed into the carriage, staring at her, looking her up and down for a while, "Daughter, you've lost weight."
"I haven't lost weight, my arms are still fleshy."
Lin Qiao gestured for her to pinch it. Li Guifen pinched her arm twice and did feel some flesh, so she let out a sigh of relief, then looked at Song Tingfan, "Tingfan."
