Over the dining table, the rib soup gave off a hazy plume of steam. Mengmeng took tiny sips, a little color returning to her small face, though the corners of her eyes still retained a red, swollen trace of recent tears.
Mu Qingxue placed a tender, well-cooked piece of rib into her daughter's bowl, her voice still trembling:
"Mengmeng, tell Mommy again carefully, what on earth happened today? That auntie... how did she know you were at home? And how did she know your name was Mengmeng?"
Chapter 40