Zhicheng comforted Su Qing for a few more minutes.
After hanging up the phone and going downstairs, he saw Yushan sitting on the couch, smoking.
His eyebrows furrowed, he walked over and called out with concern, "Dad".
Yushan glanced at him, took another drag of his cigarette, then stubbed out the remaining half in the ashtray.
He said in a faint voice, "I've decided to let Qin Shumei leave our family."
"Why suddenly have her leave?"
Zhicheng looked at Yushan in surprise.
It wasn't that he was reluctant to let go of Qin Shumei.
On the contrary, if it weren't for Qin Shumei's delay back then,
perhaps his mother wouldn't have died.
This matter had always been a pain in everyone's hearts.
That's also why, over the years, Qin Shumei's status in the Su Family had been even lower than that of a maid.
Yushan's face was obscured behind the rings of smoke he exhaled.
