In the afternoon.
At a high-end Western restaurant in Zhonghai.
Following her mom into the Western restaurant, Xu Jiao, led by a waiter to a window-side table, sat down with a sense of dissatisfaction and complained to the woman sitting across from her, "Mom, can't we just eat at home?!"
From Xu Jiao's tone, tinged with frustration and a hint of deep-seated grievances, you could tell that the girl wasn't too happy about her elegant and somewhat aloof mother taking her out to eat.
In fact, that was indeed the case. Due to her mother's recent busy work schedule, Xu Jiao hadn't been able to have dinner at home with her for over a month.
Even occasions like this, dining out together, were few and far between.
By comparison, Xu Yingying, who had a chairman as a mother, was much luckier in this regard.
At least Su Qinglan, that enchanting chairman, no matter how busy she was, would find an hour or two each week to cook a meal personally for Xu Yingying, the rascal.