However, looking at his wife beside him, he felt relieved again. Just let it be. He has his own wife and son. He will just consider other things as fate not being aligned.
Wang Mu looked at Wang Tongzhou and saw no reaction, realizing that this time it was truly over.
She felt regretful inside, wanting to relent, but she also knew it was not possible now. Her eldest son was still angry. Anything she said now would be useless.
"Tongzhou, what mom said earlier were just words of anger. I'll head back first. You should take Zhiwei home once you have a break."
The couple didn't respond at all, leaving Wang Mu with no choice but to call her remaining two sons and two daughters to leave.
"Mom, I'm not leaving; what am I supposed to say without a sewing machine? I've already told the Qiangzi family that our family has a sewing machine for dowry."
"Then you'll have to find a way yourself." The old lady didn't care much about her daughter.
