Now that Madam Tang knew that Tang Linxi was still fine, she felt even more hatred and panic. If this jinx wasn't dead, why didn't she come to find her? Was she waiting to take revenge on her? On her son?
In contrast to Madam Tang's hysteria, Tang Qiu was quiet–so much so that Jiang Shaocheng was afraid.
"Qiu, are you okay?" Jiang Shaocheng didn't know how to comfort her. He just held her in his arms and said solemnly, "You still have me. I'll always protect you from harm."
However, he hadn't expected this matter to unravel all at once.
"My mother is alive…? Is she okay? I…" Tang Qiu wanted to see her, but how? She had believed she was born out of wedlock, but it turned out to be a tragic lie. Would her mother want to see her? If she did, she wouldn't have avoided Tang Qiu for years, right?
