"If you're still mad at me, I won't say much, but we need to get your illness taken care of first,"
Yang Meiling said earnestly, handing over the towel again to wipe the sweat from Yang Xueqing's forehead.
Yang Xueqing couldn't hold back any longer, and big teardrops spilled from her eyes.
Seeing Yang Xueqing cry, Yang Meiling knew she had succeeded!
Lin Tian was right, hearts are made of flesh. Even if Yang Xueqing resented her very much, the fact that she had been consistently bringing her meals over the past few days, and now taking care of her when she was sick, finally melted her heart.
Yang Meiling then grabbed Yang Xueqing's hand and said, "Xueqing, I'm sorry, Mom apologizes to you."
"But listen to me, I will never let you down again in the future, I will never do anything to make you sad again. Mom can swear to heaven..."
Yang Xueqing cried and shook her head, "Stop, stop talking..."
