Last night before going to sleep, Yan Bo had shared the news of his mother falling ill with Tong Xiaohua.
"So, are you going back to see your mother?"
Even though his parents didn't like her, Tong Xiaohua bore no clear animosity toward Yan Bo's parents.
In her view, their opposition was simply out of parental love, albeit expressed in the wrong way.
Moreover, without them, there wouldn't exist the Yan Bo of today, who had become her dear boyfriend.
"Yeah, I plan to deal with some urgent work tomorrow and fly back in the evening to be with her."
The next day at noon, Tong Xiaohua personally brought over some soup and a few local specialties.
"These specialties all come from Uncle Zhang's Farmhouse. I think they taste quite good; see if you want to take them back."
Tong Xiaohua was still showing him the items she brought when Yan Bo pulled her toward him and took the items from her hand, tossing them aside on the table.
"Xiao Hua, do you miss me?"