Ning Qing thought back to the times she had spent with Nian lie. Each scene and frame was clearly patient and warm.
Out of guilt? Want to make up for it?
No, she didn't agree with her!
Mother Nian did not give her a chance to speak.
however, look at Luan 'er, Yingluo, and yourself. You've all started a new life, so it's best that you don't disturb each other.
“……”
Nian Xiaomu's mother gestured to Butler Lu, and the man handed her a card with both hands.
Under ning Qing's gaze, mother Nian's expression remained gentle.
She pressed the bank card with her index finger and pushed it to ning Qing's hand.
I don't mean anything by it. Please don't misunderstand. This is just a small token of appreciation from the Nian family on behalf of the Nian family for the past few years.
Ning Qing's back was sweating, and she felt cold from head to toe.
The woman's hand held hers.
The voice sounded gentle, but it hid a knife.
