In the old Zhong Residence, three people were elegantly having their breakfast, and the ambience was quite harmonious. However, each of them had troubling thoughts and concerns brewing in their mind. Finally, when the breakfast concluded, Zhong Tian and Chu Ling exchanged a subtle look.
Then, Chu Ling nodded and turned to their daughter.
"Mian'er, your father and I have been talking about your situation." She spoke in a cautious tone.
The three of them understood 'the situation' quite well. However, no one dared to mention it explicitly. There had been subtle hints over the years, but Zhong Mian had pretended not to notice anything. Now, it seemed that her father and mother had become tired of subtlety and decided to face the issue head on.
"What do you mean, mother?" Zhong Mian asked in a gentle voice, but her hand grasped her glass of water tightly in her grip.