Yang Yingrong looked at Su Nuannuan's cautious and probing demeanor, took a deep breath, and said, "She's still holding a grudge and refuses to forgive us."
Su Nuannuan was somewhat astonished. "How is that possible, she's so easy to coax..."
Yang Yingrong's feelings grew even more complicated.
Indeed.
Everyone knew that Su Chaoxi was easy to coax.
Even Yang Yingrong herself thought so.
But it was precisely such an easy-to-coax person that they had driven away.
Su Nuannuan was about to say something else when Yang Yingrong, looking exhausted, said, "Forget it, I'm not suitable to be the mediator. Let your father do it."
Su Nuannuan hurried over to massage Yang Yingrong's shoulders. "You've worked hard, you must be tired, let me massage you."
Yang Yingrong's heart warmed.
A daughter raised from childhood really is different.
Su Chaoxi truly was an ingrate!
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Su Chaoxi had finally soothed her daughter and, after getting her to sleep, she finally relaxed.
