'At this moment, even though Mom was weak, she must have still loved me and Nuanyang in her heart.'
Tears streamed down Zhao Nuanyue's face as well, but before she left, she didn't forget to take a parting shot at that family. "Goodbye, Mom. Take care of yourself. If things get too hard in that house, you can come back. After all, you still have a son and a daughter. You don't have to be afraid of people with foul mouths."
"Okay," Xia Yingyu said, gratified. 'She's my daughter, through and through, always thinking of me.'
They were about to part, so Xia Yingyu quietly gave her many last-minute instructions. Then, Zhao Nuanyue and Zhao Nuanyang got into the jeep Zhao Jinghai had arranged and returned to the courtyard house in Jincheng City.
