When the villagers saw how miserable Qin Xi was, they felt bad for her and started to persuade the Qin family.
"Old Madam Li, do a good deed and agree to that. She is your granddaughter after all. Show some mercy."
"That's right. This child is about to die. Don't be so cruel!"
Li Guihua pointed at the villagers angrily. "Whoever thinks she is pitiful can take her home and bury her in your ancestral grave. If you don't want to, shut up."
The villagers immediately shut their mouths. They were here to watch the show, not to pick up a corpse to take up the space of their ancestral grave.
Qin Xi looked at Hu Xiaofeng with tears in her eyes. "Mom… don't you… want me to… come back?"
Hu Xiaofeng pretended to be in a difficult position. "My daughter, it's not that I don't want you to come back, but you're already married. There's no need for you to come back."
