"I'm sorry, Mom. I-I didn't know what else to do," Wang Jiarong choked out, her guilt weighing heavily on her.
As Wang Xiao observed the situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of detached amusement.
For the moment, none of the family members were paying him any attention.
He sat back, savouring the temporary respite from the chaos and drama that had unfolded before his eyes.
Xinyue Zhilan led Wang Jiarong to the couch, her arm gently wrapped around her daughter's shoulders. The afternoon sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm and comforting glow over the living room. It was a quiet and serene moment, in stark contrast to the turmoil that had just unfolded.
"Please, have a seat, Jiarong," Xinyue Zhilan said, her voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and determination. She guided her daughter to sit, the soft cushions of the couch providing a sense of security.
