Father Su hurried to work, only bringing Mrs. Su into the house, glaring sharply at Xiao Wan for a moment before rushing off.
Actually, he just wanted to avoid the situation. The events of that year had hinted at something for him too, but he had always deceived himself. He hadn't expected his first wife was still alive, and he needed some time to adapt.
"No need to force it, I'm quite used to being alone anyway." Mrs. Su smiled slightly at Suzhou, assuring him, then sat on the sofa, observing this home that didn't belong to her.
There were no traces of her existence in this home.
"I just remembered, I have some other matters," Xiao Wan grabbed her bag, talking to herself: "I'll head out now, you don't need to wait for me to return." Silence fell around her, and no one responded.
