Xin Jing was always resilient, having endured so much, she had already given up hope. Hearing the old man's words, she just gave him a grateful look, for all the resentment he caused in separating her from her son vanished.
Looking at Tongtong, she slowly smiled and said to the old man, "I will not marry again. I will not let Tongtong bear a single stain because of me."
A truly insightful woman, despite not being raised in an Aristocratic family, she has such foresight. Such magnificent maternal love moved everyone present.
The old man nodded, "As you wish." He felt comforted in his heart; he had not misjudged. This girl was indeed good.
Looking at his own stunned and still shocked eldest son, he didn't even have the strength to sigh. It was a pity that he had encountered such an unreliable son.
The old man looked up and smiled at Qinghe and Gu Che, "You're here." Naturally, the old man had long seen them arrive; he just hadn't had time to speak.
