Mo Ziye never considered forgiving Mo Xin.
The mistake she made was beyond the scope of his forgiveness.
Qin Qingqing placed her hand in the large hand extended by Mo Ziye, standing up with his support. Without glancing at the tearful Mo Xin, she followed him out of the private room.
She hadn't considered forgiving Mo Xin either.
Although she never blamed Mo Xin for her mother's death.
However, Mo Xin's seduction of Mo Ziye, using such means, she wouldn't say the word forgiveness to her, because it was completely meaningless.
At the table, Zhang Minghui's expression changed slightly, his gaze landing on Mo Ziye's tightly held hand with Qin Qingqing, a pain like something piercing his heart, invisible and intangible.
Only when they left the room did he turn to Mo Xin, "Let's go, everyone is at the Mo family today."
"..."
Mo Xin's tearful pupils shrank.
On the way back, Zhang Minghui didn't tell her that there was a gathering at the Mo family today.
