On vacation and returning home, I didn't tell anyone that I wanted to give my parents a surprise.

Returning home exhausted, I opened the door and found someone lying on the sofa in the living room.

She had a black face mask on, wearing familiar pajamas, holding a mangosteen in her hand, eating one after another. There were already several empty shells scattered haphazardly on the table.

"Who are you..."

I stepped out of the house, looked again, confirmed that it was my house, and walked back in, gazing at her.

"You must be Sister Bai Jiajia, I'm Zhou Moyu."

Zhou Moyu? The name sounds familiar, like something my mom mentioned.

"Click—"

Just then, the sound of a key unlocking came from behind.

The door opened, and my mom came back. After changing her shoes, she looked up and saw me, revealing a face full of surprise.

"Darling, you're back? Why didn't you tell Mom? Mom went to pick you up."

I smiled and went over to hug her, burying my head in the nape of her neck, smelling her pleasant scent.

Mom was carrying a big bag of mangosteens, so heavy that it left red marks on her fingers.

"Mom, she..."

Hearing this, Mom's expression momentarily changed.

"She's the Zhou Moyu I mentioned before, the same age as you, just a few months younger. She came to the city to work and didn't have a place to stay temporarily, so..."

Mom looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, Mom didn't know when you would come back, and since your bedroom was empty, I let her stay temporarily. If you had told me earlier, Mom would have cleaned up your room..."

At this point, I didn't have much to say. Guests are guests.

"It's fine, I'll tidy up myself."

"Huh?" Zhou Moyu, who had been listening to our conversation on the side, suddenly spoke up, "Then where am I supposed to stay, godmother?"

"Godmother?"

Mom patted my hand, indicating that she would talk to me later.

"Actually, the guest room has been prepared a long time ago. It's just that you've always refused to move out. Now that Jiajia is back, you can only stay in the guest room."

Zhou Moyu glanced at me, then at Mom, and turned around to go to my bedroom. As she passed by me, I heard her mutter under her breath, "Being luckier than me is just because she was born earlier..."

This person...

Seems to have average emotional intelligence.