She knew that for Mrs. Song, this was more than just a promise.
It was a ray of hope, illuminating a heart that had been sinking into darkness these past days.
The moment Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes lit up.
She gripped Song Qingya's hand tightly, her voice trembling with excitement.
"Good! Good! I knew you were the most understanding! I knew you still remembered her and were willing to help her!"
As she spoke, tears were already uncontrollably rolling from the corners of her eyes.
"Qingya, so… can we go see Cheng Lu now?"
She kept wringing her hands, her gaze shifting, revealing an irrepressible anxiety.
"I can't stop worrying about her. I just want to see with my own eyes if she's doing okay."
"She's my own flesh and blood. No matter what she's done wrong, she's still a part of me. Even if she's done something terrible, I have to know if she's eating well, sleeping soundly, and if anyone is bullying her."
Song Qingya's brow furrowed, her expression hesitant.
