Liang Yaqi had already changed clothes.
After several minutes of brewing emotions, she finally managed to calm the surging feelings inside her.
Opening the door, she smiled, "Mom, Dad, you're here."
Mrs. Liang had expected to see Liang Yaqi in a state of dejection, but to her surprise, Yaqi looked quite spirited.
Her cheeks were even rosy.
It was as if she had been given a new lease on life.
Seeing this, Mr. Liang said happily, "Child, your mother and I knew it! Our Qiqi isn't that fragile. After leaving that scumbag, she's living just fine."
"Yes, Mom was worried you'd torture yourself over the divorce," Mrs. Liang said, looking at Liang Yaqi with a sense of relief.
After hearing this, Liang Yaqi also smiled, "Dad, Mom, you don't need to worry about me, a divorce is no big deal, and that man isn't worth reminiscing over."
