Cheng Sicheng patted the back of his mother's hand with his half-grown hand, "Mom, you didn't hear wrong, it's really calling you."
"Then, what should I do?"
Chen Xiaomei was so nervous that she couldn't even speak clearly.
"I think Xiaoxiao has a great eye, mom's needlework is the best." Cheng Sicheng smiled warmly and innocently, he knew Xiaoxiao had everything under control.
He was very grateful to Xiaoxiao for giving his mom this opportunity.
Because of her identity, mom always avoided people in the village, afraid of their gossip, living so timidly all the time.
Her character became more and more withdrawn and timid, she became quite depressed, and her smile gradually disappeared.
Now she has work she likes and is good at, and can help Xiaoxiao and the team, she will definitely become more cheerful and won't cry silently behind his back anymore.
"But I'm afraid..."
