In less than ten minutes, Yang Xiaoqiao came bustling out of a taxi.
After begrudgingly paying the fifty-yuan fare, she slung her small purse over her shoulder and rushed into the dumpling shop.
However, she was soon dumbfounded.
She was stunned to see her mom sitting comfortably in a chair with her legs crossed, happily chatting with a man.
She understood the situation immediately.
Although the man's back was to her, she knew who it was from the car parked outside.
"Xiao Qiao, your mom was just kidding," Ye Xiong said, feeling rather awkward.
"Mom, how could you trick me like that? Do you have any idea how worried I was? I was nearly scared to death!" Yang Xiaoqiao fumed.
"If I hadn't said that, who knows how long it would've taken you to come back?" Xiao Qiao's mom said, gesturing toward Ye Xiong. "Mr. Ye finally managed to find the time to see you, and he couldn't wait all day."