Lin Muxue looked at her family, and that resentment that had been bottled up for two years had almost all dissipated.
She took a deep breath, shook her head. "It's all in the past. I know you had your difficulties back then."
She didn't say she forgave them, but that one sentence, "It's all in the past," was already enough to let Lin Muchuan and Wang Suxia breathe a sigh of relief.
Wang Suxia's tears suddenly came streaming down.
Peng Xiaomeng hurriedly pulled out some tissues and handed them over.
The tense, sword-drawn atmosphere in the living room finally turned harmonious.
Lin Muxue looked at Lin Muchuan and casually asked, "Bro, are you still working at that old machine factory?"
"Yeah, been there more than four years now."
Lin Muxue took a sip of hot water, then looked up. "I heard from Jiajia that your company is about to fold?"
Peng Xiaomeng's heart gave a violent jolt; she instantly realized something, even stopped breathing.
