"You know why I called you here, don't you?" Xu Qingli said with a gloomy face, not showing any warmth ever since Lin Yan came in.
Lin Yan sat on the sofa beside Xu Qingli, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup of tea.
"I know. Even if you hadn't called me, I wanted to explain to you. The online posts have nothing to do with me—I don't have the leisure for that."
Xu Qingli smiled at Lin Yan, a smile filled with disbelief.
"Your mother cried with red eyes to me for half the night yesterday, every word full of grievances. Lin Yan, put yourself in her shoes; you must understand that your mother has it hard. She didn't want to abandon you; she has her difficulties. After all these years, do you still wish to revenge?"
Lin Yan calmly faced Xu Qingli's questioning.
She underestimated Li Fen's ability to win people over, even managing to convince Xu Qingli.
Who knows how she played the pity card in front of Xu Qingli.
