After the banquet, Mr. Song summoned An Xiaxia to his study.
Little Hope could tell one person from another one now and wouldn't let other people hold her. An Xiaxia didn't want to make her cry, so she took the kid to the study with her.
Mr. Song tapped on the table, smiling mildly. "Qingchen, how do you like the arrangement today?"
He meant the inheritance of the shares.
An Xiaxia cut him off. "Can you call me Xiaxia?"
Mr. Song was surprised. He then heaved a sigh. "Alright, Xiaxia."
"Why… did my mother die in a mental hospital?" Looking into Mr. Song's eyes, An Xiaxia asked the question that had been bothering her for years.
Mr. Song looked embarrassed. "She… she had a mental problem and I had to send her there. They took good care of her…"
"Liar!" An Xiaxia was agitated. "She was fine and you forced her to go! Plus, if the life there was so good, why did she kill herself? Song Huan, were you behind all that?"
