The old man turned around slightly. Actually, she was not that old. She was at most in her early fifties, but her hair was too white.
She was the lady boss of the private restaurant for half a month.
Aunt Lang.
Aunt Lang turned around to look at the young woman. “Weiyue, help me thank your mother.”
Xi Weiyue smiled faintly. “We’re all family, aunt, you don’t have to be so polite.”
Family?
Were they really family?
A sarcastic look flashed across Aunt Lang’s eyes before disappearing.
XI weiyue continued, “Aunt, do you Miss Sister Half Moon?”
Aunt Lang did not say a word as she picked up a piece of hibiscus cake.
Her Little Half Moon had already left her for 36 years.
She wondered if she would be able to wait for her daughter in her lifetime...
It had been thirty-three years, even though she had never given up on looking for her daughter.
Unfortunately.
There was still no news of her.