Xia Xindong couldn't help laughing, "Mom, what are you rushing about? You know that's not what I meant."
Zhu Feng didn't care about the nuances; as long as Whang Xiaoman, that calamity, was sent away, she had no more troubles and kept chanting Amitabha under her breath.
Of course, having learned a lesson, they had to be more cautious with Xique.
The child was timid and soft-hearted; they couldn't let a repeat of this incident happen, so they warned her in advance.
Xique's feelings were complex, filled with sadness and disappointment, yet she had been given a chance.
If only she had truly reformed this time, without fostering any greed, and if she had considered them, thinking everything through for her sake, the outcome may not have been the same.
But more than that, there was a sense of relief.
Xique felt that she had learned a lot and even grown up a little bit.
