Early in the morning, Tian Xin got up before dawn.
By the time Li Aiying got up, Tian Xin had already cleaned the house three times inside and out. The floor was polished, the table was wiped to the point where paint could come off, and even the glass was reflective enough to show a face. She was brimming with energy, not even stopping to eat or wash her face, just focused on her chores.
This was truly unexpected.
"What are you doing so early in the morning?"
Li Aiying, confused, came over and took the cloth from her hands, tossing it aside. She pushed her to wash up.
"Didn't you agree to visit Lin Zhou's mother today? Why haven't you started getting ready?" Li Aiying said, handing her a towel and getting a basin of water: "Going like this?"
"Mom, why did you have to talk to Lin Zhou like that yesterday? Didn't you see how busy I've been these days?"
