Liu Huifen stood up to watch Fang Dazhuang leave. The moment she turned back, she slapped Fang Li's hand, which was busy poking a steamed bun to pieces with her chopsticks instead of eating.
"Don't waste food."
Fang Li set her chopsticks down again. "Mom, Dad might not have understood the letter, but you can't tell me you don't see what your son is implying.
Do you think getting a quick divorce will solve this? If I'd known it would come to this, I should have just... Where am I supposed to find him a job at a moment's notice?"
Liu Huifen eyed her daughter. "Should have just what? Don't regret what you've done. It's just strange, how would a boy like Xiao Jun know you had a miscarriage?
Even your father doesn't know about this to this day. He still thinks you just injured your stomach back then, and that's why you haven't been able to have a child all these years."
