"Alright."
Seeing the rare gloom on the other's face, Chu Xinian's mood lifted as he curled his lips into a smile. "Are you going upstairs to see Yi Ren?"
The elder brother of the Qin Family glanced back at the villa behind him. After a brief moment of hesitation, he said softly, "No, better to leave some time for them. I imagine Mom has a lot she wants to say to her."
Indeed, the situation in the master bedroom of the villa was just as the elder brother of the Qin Family had predicted.
All these years, Mrs. Qin had been deceiving herself, praying that the little daughter she lost had become a cherished treasure in another family. She hoped her daughter had kind foster parents and, like any other little girl, had grown up happily and healthily.
Because of this, she had spent years frantically praying to gods and offering donations to every church and temple imaginable—countless sums of money. She had knelt before statues of Buddha and made innumerable vows.
