"She had to put in a lot of effort to be able to take the Gaokao."
Mu Chenyan knew what her mother was thinking just by looking at her expression.
Her voice low, she said, "What happened with Xiaosi being found won't just erase the past with the Mu Family. Otherwise, what has my daughter suffered these past fourteen years for?"
The smile on Old Madam Mu's face stiffened as she looked at Mu Chenyan, her once excited heart gradually sank.
Since she arrived, she hadn't dared to ask what life had been like for that child over the past decade, fearful that Mu Chenyan would respond this way.
She had also carried a sliver of hope—perhaps the family that adopted her treated her well.
Alas... what a pity!
Only after a long while did Old Madam Mu finally say in a heavy voice, "I'm seventy-eight this year, and your father is eighty. How many more years can the two of us live? Can't you consider the care we've given you and reconcile with the Mu Family... for our sake?"
