After walking out of the residence, Qiao Mu felt quite jaded. Even after boarding the carriage, she still wasn't very willing to speak.
Mo Lian sat down next to her and caressed her small face. "Why are you staring into space. You've done enough after arranging a place for them. Each family has their own life, so let them be. I'll be unhappy if I see that you become moody because of some irrelevant people."
"In the past, when we lived in hardship at home, Sixth Uncle Qiao and his family would occasionally send over some food to help us out." Qiao Mu sighed and acknowledged, "I know what my mom is thinking. She is correct, the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a gushing spring. We should repay Sixth Uncle's kindness to us."
