Jing Qing said, unconsciously letting out a sneer before eventually falling silent.
Qin Mingzhu felt a twinge of guilt after hearing her words, but soon puffed up her not-so-large chest, "My mom just wants to give me a home. Besides, my mom loves my dad, and my dad truly loves my mom."
"Love your mom? I witnessed with my own eyes how the mayor of Qin City was in love with Qin Mu's mother. Your mom's relationship with him doesn't count as love."
"What?"
What does being in love look like?
It seemed so distant and unrealistic that even Jing Qing felt it was something elusive, but she had truly witnessed it. She was five years older than Qin Mu, her memory was clearer, and she remembered many things from the past distinctly.
After talking with Jing Qing, Qin Mingzhu returned home full of resentment. The maid, seeing her come back, promptly served her a bowl of bird's nest soup: "Miss, the madam had me stew this bird's nest for you. Please have some."
"Get lost!"