Faced with the apologies from the two in floral shorts, Qian was expressionless.
"I will never forgive you, ever."
The hatred from a past life, the death of her beloved daughter, could not be resolved with an empty, insincere apology.
This hatred cannot be erased. If there were to be a deadline for it, it would be forever.
Qian, like a queen, left without a backward glance. As she brushed past Yu Minglang, she stopped.
"Busybody."
Yu Minglang was not angry. Qian softly added another sentence.
"...Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Watching Qian leave with the photos, Li Zhen and Ni Jianren were both anxious, seeing as Yu Minglang had no intention of letting them go, they could only beg Yu Minglang in various ways.
"Cousin, please let us go. Look at that woman, so arrogant. You helped her, but she didn't even thank you. Why would you fall out with your own brothers over an outsider? Let us go, and I'll explain everything to you."
