"Don't force him, I don't acknowledge him anymore. Seeing him upset makes me feel even worse." Aunt Fu looked at them. "Let's not bring this up again. You should rest. Have you eaten anything? Let me fix something for you."
"Aunt Fu, we've all eaten," Lu Hechen spoke again, "Don't worry, everything will get better. Jingchen will acknowledge you. Give her time. As for Qiao's father, we're kindly hiding the truth from him. What do you think?"
"If that's the case, then nothing could be better," Aunt Fu replied.
"Everything will be fine," Weilan also promised.
Aunt Fu's gaze unconsciously drifted outside the door. Everyone understood her hope.
At this moment, Qiao Jingchen sat in the car, crying his heart out.
Even when he was in prison, he had never cried like this, never felt this sad.
But now, thinking about his own background, he just felt his heart filled with guilt.
