Meng Yi, returning home, still had Nan Yu's words swirling in her head.
She looked at the ten million in her hand, her brow furrowed.
Meanwhile, Meng Fu, who had been worried all night after noticing that Meng Yi was not at home, hurriedly ran up to her as soon as he saw her safe return.
"Meng Yi, where did you run off to? Why didn't you tell dad? I thought you had disappeared again."
Ever since that incident, Meng Fu had been filled with guilt and fear.
Since his wife's death, it had been just the two of them, father and daughter together.
Meng Yi was his everything!
Upon hearing her father's concerned voice, Meng Yi came back to her senses and hurriedly hugged his arm.
"Dad, I went to see Nan Yu, I wanted to thank her in person. If it wasn't for running into her, I wouldn't have made it back last time."
