Bai Xiao saw Li Chunhua, and Li Chunhua also saw Bai Xiao in formal attire. Their gazes collided; Bai Xiao did not evade, while Li Chunhua's eyes were full of scrutinizing judgment, just like in those past years, displaying an attitude of disdain.
As if Bai Xiao was mere trash on the roadside, meant for anyone to step on or kick.
"Why don't you come and help me up, my dear granddaughter?" Li Chunhua spoke, but her first words were unmistakably filled with disdain.
Disdain?
Yes, disdain.