No matter how much Tang Yaxuan protested, or how heartbreakingly she cried, in the end, Tang Qingyun still took her by the hand and personally handed her over to Mo Guoqiang and Liu Fengying.
Wu Xiaowen covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing uncontrollably. She was utterly helpless. This time, even if Tang Qingyun had stood firmly by her side, she wouldn't have been able to keep Xuanxuan. She didn't dare to defy Mr. Tang, and it wasn't a gamble she could afford to take.
'It would be one thing if it were just her and Qingyun. No matter what, Qingyun was a son of the Tang family, and Hao Hao was the eldest grandson of the main line; the Tang family would never truly abandon them. But her own parents and siblings were anxiously waiting, desperate to return to Beijing. All their hopes rested on her. She couldn't—and wouldn't—let her entire family down, especially not her mother and father!'
'All she could do was let poor Xuanxuan suffer this injustice!'
