The dining room was awkwardly quiet. No one was speaking or smiling. The atmosphere was very depressing.
Li Qianxue was sitting at the head of the long dining table. The steaming, delicate dishes on the table didn't bring a happy look to her face.
Normally, there would be five people at the New Year's Eve dinner. This year, one of them wasn't there. How could she not be angry about that?
She didn't expect Su Chenghui to be so cruel as to forbid Su Peizhen from coming back for the New Year.
Su Peizhen was her first child. She had invested so much in her.
Unlike Su Yuxin, Su Peizhen was so weak and fragile when she was a baby, probably because of the difficult labor.
She was such a tiny baby girl. Back then, Li Qianxue was even afraid that she might hurt the baby by holding her.
For the very first time, her little girl wasn't celebrating the New Year together with her.
With a sullen face, she sat there silently.
