From beginning to end, Mu Yan's feelings towards the Zhuang Family were always faint.
Now seeing Old Sir Zhuang and Old Mrs. Zhuang in good health, she had nothing left to hold onto.
To these people, she might just be a sudden intruder; even if there were smiles on their faces, their hearts might not welcome her.
She didn't want to be aggrieved, nor would she let Jiang Jingheng be wronged.
So having no contact might be the best choice.
Zhuang Shaoyang looked at his daughter's cold face and really wished he could dig a hole and bury Zhuang Jiaoyang. She was married, yet came back every day to create havoc.
"Nuannuan, don't speak out of anger," Liang Rong said with a frown, "Your aunt really didn't do it on purpose."
Mu Yan looked at her with an expression of kindness and slightly curled her lips, "So, is the mistake mine? Should I be magnanimous, or would it mean I don't know how to appreciate kindness?"
"That's not what I meant," Liang Rong said hastily.
