"Sister is... crying?"
Xu Xiangyang fell into shock once again.
This was different from the joking surprise of "I can't believe Sister is willing to cook" before this evening's dinner; this time, he truly couldn't believe his own eyes.
Because he had never seen Li Qinglian cry before.
In his memory, Sister was always that striking figure, with a strong character, and decisive in action—a formidable woman.
She would genuinely smile when with family, appear serious during work, and sometimes even reveal an almost icy expression. He had the fortune to witness her at work a few times, where this attitude was naturally aimed at criminals, but it would scare anyone just the same.
That was nearly all of Xu Xiangyang's impressions of Li Qinglian.