Hearing the loud door slam, Xia Zhiqiu hurried in from the balcony, still holding a pile of half-folded clothes.
"What's going on? Are they arguing again?"
"It's nothing, Mom, don't worry,"
"What happened? What did Mr. Zhou come here for, and why did they start arguing all of a sudden?" Xia Zhiqiu's face still showed concern.
"It's nothing, just a minor matter, he won't be coming back here." Xia Lu patted her mother's shoulder and turned to clean up the scraps of paper she had scattered on the floor.
Xia Zhiqiu sighed silently, thinking to herself that perhaps the divorce between these two might actually be a good thing. From various details, it wasn't hard to see that they genuinely had incompatible personalities, and living together was bound to lead to problems sooner or later.
After Xia Lu picked up the papers, she noticed Xia Zhiqiu still standing in the same spot, walked over, and said, "Come on, stop worrying about my issues. Here, let me help you with the clothes."
