Xu Qiaoqiao looked at her, clenching her jaw, saying nothing.
The director extended a trembling hand, grabbing hers. "Qiao...Qiao..."
It was hard for her to utter a single word now.
But she really wanted to admit that she was wrong.
Tremendously wrong.
She had always thought of Xu Qiaoqiao as the young mistress of the Xu family who needed no extra care, so she naturally favored Liang Mengxian more.
But now...
On one hand, there was Liang Mengxian who ran away with her money and left her with all the debt.
On the other hand, there was Qiaoqiao who, knowing that she'd have to afford high medical expenses, still said, "Don't worry about the money, I'll figure it out."
This glaring contrast occurred within mere hours, filling the director with regret and sorrow.
Fate seemed to have played a huge joke on her. Now, she finally understood the inherent qualities of the two children she had personally raised.
