C87 Chapter 87

After work that evening, Sunn Hongmei saw the delight all over her daughter’s face and assumed she’d been picked. She asked right away, “Wenju, you’re this happy—did you make it?”

“No, Mom. You know my knife skills. With that many people, how could I get picked?” Liu Wenju grabbed Sunn Hongmei’s hand and gave it a little shake, speaking in a sweet, coaxing tone.

Sunn Hongmei froze for a second