Xia Pengpeng thought for a moment.
How could Song Xuetong possibly have such enlightenment?
Perhaps, this matter was related to Mu Xingye.
"Pengpeng, I'm sorry I didn't come to your side sooner." Every time Han Jisen thought of the hurt Pengpeng had suffered, he felt a sense of suffocation.
If Yiren were still in this world, how heartbroken and sad would she be to know that her darling daughter had endured such pain?!
"Uncle Han, don't think like that. It's all in the past. From now on, we should not dwell on the past but embrace the future."
Han Jisen found that Xia Pengpeng's gaze had softened a bit, with a hint of a smile.
"Not dwelling on the past, embracing the future," Han Jisen murmured, smiling thoughtfully before looking at Xia Pengpeng with an evaluative gaze.
"Why are you looking at me with those eyes?"
"Pengpeng, you've changed. You've changed a lot compared to some time ago."
"Really?"
