Gong Moli returned home, exhausted, and stood in front of the picture hanging on the wall, her eyes sadly cast downwards.
In a low voice she began, "I told your daughter all about these things. Would you blame me? But she's just as clever as you, and I really couldn't hide it from her."
"But one thing you can rest assured of is that I will definitely protect her. No matter what happens, even if it costs me my life, I won't hesitate," she said.
Gong Moli slowly closed her eyes, letting tears track down her cheeks.
After all, she was the one who had wronged their family of three.
"Who were you just visiting?" A deep, hoarse male voice suddenly came from behind her, causing Gong Moli's body to stiffen noticeably.
Without turning her head, she asked in a cold voice, "When did you come back to the country?"
"Aren't you welcoming me? After all, this is also my homeland. Isn't it quite normal that I come back here?" The man seated himself on the sofa not far away.
