Xi Minghui's father, Xi Guoyou, heard the words with some anger, "If we knew we'd regret it later, look at the big mess they've caused!"
But Yu Zhensheng shook his head and said to him, "Guoyou, you can't blame them for this. The children actually did nothing wrong; they just didn't realize how complex reality is."
Was it really Yu Hang and the others' fault?
They were young and passionate, acting bravely on their sense of justice, unaware of the adult darkness they couldn't comprehend.
Madam Yu also sighed.
It was one of the reasons they sent Yu Hang and the others away, not willing to let them stay here and face those unpleasant realities. She hoped her son could maintain his pure heart as he grew up.
"Let's take a look, at least we can see Xiao Hang and Minghui's level of appreciation," she looked at Xiao Miu, "Xiao Miu, the painting?"
Xiao Miu hurriedly went to get the painting.
Mrs. Xi went to help, "Open it and have a look."
