When Young Lu came out of Ye Qiluo's room, the mischievous troublemaker was left with his grandma and great-grandma.
Lu Xinbai slowly followed behind Gu Qianqian. Once they reached a place without anyone else, she immediately turned around, looking gossipy: "Qianqian, is that... really your mom?"
"Could it be fake?"
"But, but... wasn't she dead?"
As soon as she said this, Lu Xinbai regretted her thoughtlessness and quickly added: "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just..."
Gu Qianqian smiled, seeming completely unbothered by the matter: "It's okay, I understand!"
"I didn't mean anything by it, I just find it so unbelievable..."
Seven years had passed, and Lu Xinbai was no longer the flamboyant girl she once was. However, traces of her original nature still lingered.
Impulsiveness was inevitable, so she stuck out her tongue apologetically: "So... don't mind me, okay?"
"I know, it's not just you, most people can't accept this kind of thing."
