Wang Wu regretted not doing the right thing earlier, sitting on the bed, looking utterly at a loss.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so harsh on the child. It's all my fault!"
Seeing her son in tears, the usually indignant Madam Wang hesitated and swallowed her harsh words.
"As for Meiling's death, you can avoid it at the start, but you can't escape it forever. You better deal with those from the Zhao family soon, don't worry about my relationship with them, just do it."
In the end, Madam Wang still favored her son.
"Changmin is coming back tomorrow. Make sure you speak to him clearly. There should be no barriers between father and son."
After saying that, Madam Wang turned and left.
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Song Yitang had taken a train ride of almost two days to rush back to the capital.
By the time she arrived, the Wang Family's funeral rites had just ended.
Song Yitang shoved her luggage directly into her space and immediately headed to Zhao Shouzhong's house.
