In the living room, Old Mrs. Cheng took the tea brought by Aunt Chen, sipped lightly, and looked hesitantly at Zhou Jiao and her son.
Zhou Jiao found it strange: "Auntie, what else can't you tell me directly?"
The old lady smiled and shook her head.
"Is there something at home?"
"No. Do you plan to visit Old Lin before the new year?"
Zhou Jiao frowned slightly, even her aunt felt sympathetic? Could it be that she's being too harsh? But she didn't feel that way at all.
"Jiao Jiao, as someone in politics, you shouldn't give others a handle against you. This is something you should think about when you have time. Especially Xiao Wu, he shouldn't give others a hold on him either."
Zhou Jiao glanced at her thoughtfully: "Did someone say something in front of you? Or did Mr. Lin say something outside?"
