"Yes, it's very pretty. My Tongtong has such good taste…" Xia Qing said with a smile, glancing at the cartoon schoolbag on her daughter's back.
The mother and daughter walked hand-in-hand into Ping'an Garden District. The old security guard on duty at the gate greeted them with a smile.
"Miss Xia, just back from the market with your daughter?"
Xia Qing, carrying a bag of groceries in her left hand and holding her daughter's small hand with her right, replied with a smile, "Yes, we just came from the market."
They exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Xia Qing led her daughter by the hand toward Building Three, where they lived.
"Er…"
Suddenly, Xia Qing stopped in her tracks. Zhou Tongtong, holding her mother's hand, stopped too.
She looked up, her big, round eyes gazing at her mother as she asked in confusion, "Mom, why did you stop?"
