"Ruwei accompanied me today to the old tailor's shop in the west of the city to have a dress custom-made," she mentioned it casually.
The uncompromising Su mother felt there was nothing wrong in coercing Yin Ruowei into a "confession."
What could Ming Ge do to her, anyway?
"Ruwei did not mean any harm," Su mother still had the decency to say.
Ming Ge leisurely sipped her cappuccino, the bitter yet mellow taste slowly spreading from the tip of her tongue, and she smiled, "So, she had good intentions, and now I ought to thank her especially?"
Su mother was at a loss for words: "Uh..."
Ming Ge glanced down slightly, dropping a sugar cube into her coffee cup.
Su mother watched her comfortable movements and suddenly remembered that she was the one in the right, the one who should be interrogating, so why did she suddenly feel cornered and short of breath when questioned by Ming Ge?
Besides, she need not fear Ming Ge.
She was Ming Ge's future mother-in-law.
