Xuexue's expression was serious: "No, my adoptive mother treated me like her own, and I am immensely grateful for her nurturing grace. Without her, there would be no Xuexue today; I might have starved to death long ago, with no chance of returning to the Capital."
The Old Madam sighed and remarked, "Ah! It's fate. Who would have thought you were still alive? Your father and I both believed you and your mother had both…"
The Old Madam paused, squinting with her triangular eyes, and sneaked a glance at Xuexue, comforting her, "Ah! Let's not mention it; it's all in the past. Don't dwell on it. It's good that you're back. With your father and grandmother around, we won't let you suffer any hardships again."
Hearing this, Xuexue almost sneered. This Old Madam really has quite the thick skin. What does her living well have to do with her?
Supporting her? Saying that out loud wouldn't even make others laugh off their teeth.
