The servant quickly swallowed a gulp of saliva and hurried out the door to invite Yin Shiqing back.
"And let him know he doesn't need to come again in the future."
"...Alright, alright."
The servant responded and went to carry out the task.
Rong Qiao looked at his father with some confusion,
"Dad, that was Yin Shiqing... You and he..."
"Rong Qiao, remember this, from now on, our Rong Family has nothing to do with Yin Shiqing."
"..."
Rong Si leaned on his cane with one hand and held his wife's cold hand with the other,
"Let's go inside."
Old Madam Rong felt a sour sensation in her nose, and tears involuntarily filled her eyes again.
She understood...
Her husband's heart had completely softened.
Karma, they hadn't believed in it, until it happened to themselves, until they tasted the bitterness...
Believing, they no longer dared.
They were old, and even if struck by a thunderbolt, it wasn't a frightening thing. Everyone dies, sooner or later.
