If Yang Meirong didn't say so today, Huo Mian wouldn't have known about this.
"Rong, I was blinded, perhaps by jealousy back then. Jing De was my chauffeur, how could he be with you? You were my woman. I didn't want others to touch you, and my jealousy blinded me back then. I know that I've treated Jing De wrong."
After all these years, a cold-hearted man like Huo Zhenghai suddenly admitted his crimes and even repented.
Yang Meirong couldn't believe it either; she thought that Huo Zhenghai would order his bodyguards to chase them out after she said all that.
"What's the point in knowing your crimes now? De passed away seven years ago, and there's probably nothing left of him now," Yang Meirong said as she wiped away her tears.
"Mian, you don't want to forgive Dad either?" Huo Zhenghai looked at Huo Mian.
"You must be joking, Uncle Huo, I'm only a little commoner, how could I even have the right to discuss forgiveness with you?"
