Having face
When Song Yuhang returned from the detention center, it was already past 6 p.m. At first glance, she saw Mother Song wandering outside the police station entrance, holding a thermos flask. She hurriedly approached her, pulling her into a sheltered spot and rubbing her frozen hands.
“Mom, why are you here?”
Seeing that it was her, Mother Song smiled and handed her the thermos flask. “It’s Laba Festival