Mrs. Lu dismissed her son and just held Song Ruwei while sitting on the Arhat bed and talking.
"I see a hint of sadness between your brows. Is it because of your father's concubine?"
Song Ruwei's eyes reddened, and she threw herself into her mother's arms, sniffling and complaining, "Mother, I don't understand. When our family was in the Northwest, even though our daily expenses and costs weren't as refined as in the capital, we were happy. But after returning, everything changed."
Mrs. Lu was shocked inside, her eyes also reddened, and she held her tightly. If it weren't for her family being in decline and without support, and her low status, would she let a ten-year-old girl worry about her parents' affairs?
Children of this age should be carefree, acting spoiled in their parents' arms, instead of being like her, having to observe and analyze things at such a young age.
