Su Xiaolu opened the door and left. She was really depressed, so she did not stay at home. She tiptoed and flew out of the house with her Qinggong.
At this moment, she needed a quiet space to calm down.
After Su Xiaolu left, Su Sanlang silently got up and closed the door again.
He walked to Madam Zhao and sat down.
He looked at Madam Zhao beside him with a gentle gaze and said gently, "Darling, let's choose to recover your memories."
As he spoke, Su Sanlang gently took Madam Zhao's hand and held it tightly.
Madam Zhao looked at Su Sanlang and said nothing. Tears fell.
Su Sanlang smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter even if we fail. We still have a lot of time. Our children have grown up and don't need us to worry anymore. The money we've saved over the past few years is enough for us to live peacefully until we die of old age."
