Wen Yuan's words made sense, and Wen Shixuan also feared that Xu Yu'e would make a fuss. Too much fussing could only worsen the condition of someone already ill. The younger daughter had always been smart and clever, less likely to be duped than him. Thus, the responsibility was handed down to her.
Listening to her foster father and Wen Yuan converse, Manman didn't utter a single word. After all, she was no longer a daughter of the Wen Family, so their domestic affairs were no longer her place to comment on.
But the thought of the grocery shop, steeped in so many memories, being sold off like that—it was unavoidably heart-wrenching.
She understood that one sentence from Wen Yuan had struck a chord with Wen Shixuan's true wish to sell the shop: "The people are gone, the home is dispersed; what's the point of going back if it only brings sorrow?"
This sister of hers, as poisonous as she was, could reach deep into one's heart. Only then did one feel the extent of her venom.
