Gu Qingyao gestured in dismissal, "Oh well, forget it. As a doctor, I've seen all kinds of people. I'm used to it. Let's eat."
Mo Beihan laughed and said, "That's right!"
Meanwhile, Zheng Lin stood rooted to the spot for a long time. When she saw that Gu Qingyao was really going to allow her daughter to leave, she hurried towards the spot where Chen Qingqing and Chen Feng had set up their stall.
It was lunchtime, and Chen Feng and Chen Qingqing had many customers. Zhong Bingyuan's head injury had improved greatly and she was always there, helping out.
Zheng Lin's car stopped, and she ran towards the stall.
She looked at the messy little stall and saw that everyone there was a country bumpkin. Zheng Lin felt a deep sense of revulsion. She really could not bear the thought of her daughter suffering here.