"You received money from your mom and you're still not happy?"
Pei Yicheng was giving Xu Nianhua a ride to the factory, and on the way there, they passed the post office where Xu Nianhua conveniently withdrew the money Ji Ying had sent to her.
"Happy, of course. My mom is just worried about us not having enough money to spend out here." Xu Nianhua never had a child of her own, but she had fostered children, and it was not much different from having her own. She fully understood that kind of worry in Ji Ying's heart.
"A mother always worries about her children."
Pei Yicheng thought of his mother who had passed away prematurely. If his mother were still here, wouldn't she be just like Aunt Ji?
Realizing belatedly that this topic might be sensitive because Pei Yicheng no longer had his mother, Xu Nianhua quickly changed the subject, "Yicheng, congratulations. I heard the hand cream is selling really well."
