Zhang Jisheng looked at Qi Fenglian busying herself around the room, her face adorned with a satisfied smile, a kind of smile he had never seen before. At their old home, she never had such an expression on her face. Could it be because they had come to Qing City, far away from their hometown and relatives?
Thinking this, Zhang Jisheng felt somewhat choked up and said with a sour tone, "Look at the corners of your mouth, grinning as if you've found several bars of gold."
Qi Fenglian's hands paused, and she turned her head, "What do you mean by that?"
"Isn't it so? I see you looking very happy. At home, I never saw you smile like this. You still manage to smile, while Xiao Bao is probably crying his throat sore by now!" Zhang Jisheng said sourly.
His words truly hit her where it hurt, and not just anywhere but the most tender and painful spot. Immediately, Qi Fenglian was reminded of the time not long ago when Xiao Bao was crying bitterly, not letting her leave.
