Sang Qian had prepared her words well in advance and spoke them, "Uncle Su had helped me in the past. After that, I went abroad and never had the chance to repay his kindness. Now that I'm back, he has already passed away. From now on, if you ever need anything, I'll do my utmost to help you, to repay Uncle Su for his kindness to me."
When her son was mentioned, Wang Yanyu's emotions suddenly dropped, and her eyes reddened.
She blamed herself. If she hadn't believed Yu Cuishu's deceitful words, believing she was carrying a boy, allowing that woman with ulterior motives into the Su Family's home, maybe Bowen would not have died.
"Are you alright?" Sang Qian asked with concern.
Wang Yanyu regained her composure, suppressing her inner feelings of guilt, "I'm fine. Let's go. We'll head to the Shijing Sheng Group now."
