Xu Changqing was woken up early by a commotion in the outer room. She pushed open her door, rubbed her sore eyes, and saw that the space outside was already a hive of activity.
'It looks like I'm the only one who isn't nervous... Maybe I should pretend to be?' After a moment's thought, Xu Changqing decided against it. 'A clumsy imitation would just make me a laughingstock.'
'Pretending to be shy... I just can't learn how.'
"You're awake?"
Seeing her mother look up, Xu Changqing nodded calmly. "This is good enough. Who are we kidding? Our house is already as clean as it gets. Where's Dad?"
"Outside." Bai Xiulan couldn't be bothered to argue with her daughter. A house could never be too clean—dust always settled, and she had to take the chance to wipe everything down again before guests arrived.
