Jiang Xu brought An Ping back to An Feng's home, where he unexpectedly encountered Zhang Xiaohui.
The woman had changed dramatically.
Gone was her previous arrogance and domineering manner.
In their stead were approachability and gentleness.
When she saw Jiang Xu, she was slightly stunned.
Then she chuckled lightly, "It's been a long time, thank you for bringing my son back."
Jiang Xu handed An Ping over to her and said indifferently, "You've changed a lot."
"Yes," sighed Zhang Xiaohui. "I used to hate you to the bone.
But as time has passed, I've found that I quite like the way things are now.
I live my days in leisure, without the need to tire my mind over other matters."
Jiang Xu didn't know whether she was sincere or feigning it.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Even if she had the same resolve to endure humiliation as Han Xin, it would be of no use.
Without capital or connections, she would never be able to turn her fortunes around again.
