Everyone exchanged words.
All expressed support for Hui Zhi's decision.
Yang Hao couldn't help but reflect silently in his heart, "Indeed, money does speak for me!"
If today he weren't a billionaire tycoon, but rather that down-and-out uncle still delivering food, he guessed everyone would have treated him quite differently.
At this moment, the most distressed person was undoubtedly Li Manshu, as her last hope had utterly shattered.
She sank dejectedly into a corner of the sofa, her gaze unintentionally drifting toward Xixi, who was sound asleep on the couch.
The little girl had always had good sleeping habits. Despite the noise in the living room, she was sleeping sweetly, even drooling slightly at the corner of her mouth.
Li Manshu reached for a tissue, gently wiping the drool from Xixi's mouth.
In that instant, her consciousness seemed to blur, as if she had returned to three years ago.
