Li Miao's tears flowed uncontrollably as if she wanted to pour out all the bitterness in her heart.
Yang Dashan covered his face with his hands and lowered his head weakly.
Yue Jiaojiao silently handed him a handkerchief.
It was unknown when Zhao Zhan had quietly moved to Yue Jiaojiao's side. However, his large hand — which was hidden under the table — tightly clenched her small hand in his palm, and silently squeezed it.
"Forget it, Jiaojiao. I was being too greedy."
"Why don't you move out?"
Yue Jiaojiao never had the thought that even if her parents-in-law pestered her, she would still have to respectfully wait on them by the side. She raised her brows slightly, her eyes cold. "Since it's so painful, why don't you move out?"
"Of the family?" Li Miao looked up at Yue Jiaojiao in a daze and said, "But it's my fault for not bearing children. If I continue to make a fuss about splitting up, will my in-laws defame me?"
