Meng Xinian's words carried another layer of meaning—was there truly no desire to acknowledge Chiang Qingzhu?
Chiang Xiao was startled for a moment, then immediately nodded. "Yes."
She desperately wished that fragile dodder flower wasn't her biological mother.
In her past life, there had been no bond, no hope that she would ever have a loving, protective mother. In this life, her heart had already grown cold. Seeing that Chiang Qingzhu was such a person only made her even less hopeful.
"Alright, I understand. Don't worry. I'll first check if there's a solution. If it's feasible, I'll let you know, and nothing will be done until you agree. Wait for my message."
"Okay. I'll try to come back home in the evenings. I don't get along well with my dorm mates," Chiang Xiao said.
