Lin Chuxia smiled and glanced at Mother Lin, "Dad, didn't mom tell me not to visit home too often if it's not necessary? Have you forgotten what she said during Mid-Autumn Festival? I'm just following what mom said."
Mr. Lin stiffened and also recalled the words Mother Lin had spoken during Mid-Autumn Festival; he gave her a dark glare.
Mother Lin instinctively wanted to chastise this disobedient daughter but remembered the instructions from her elder daughter, so she suppressed her temperament and said,
"Look at you, child. Do you take every word mom says to heart? This is your home, and you can come back whenever you want; who could really stop you?"
Lin Chuxia said no more; if they wanted to wear masks, then let them—she'd be at peace.
She hoped they would keep their masks on for a bit longer, better not to take them off.
Inside the house, Lin Jiayi sat on a chair with both hands resting on her lower abdomen.
