"Your father and I put in immense effort back then. For a long time, we couldn't even afford meals and worked through the nights," Lu Feili sighed, "It was during that period that your father's health failed, so, I'm truly sorry to him, I didn't take good care of him."
Lu Feili's voice lowered when she spoke of these matters, wiping the moist tears from the corner of her eyes with her hand.
Nie Chenglang remained silent, truly unable to compromise with his mother.
Just as his mother said, he could not exist independently from this family.
"Fine, if you really don't want to stay, let it be. I won't force you anymore. Go to Paris, as for myself, I'll last as many years as I can," Lu Feili's tone softened as she leaned on the table trying to stand up.
Nie Chenglang furrowed his brows tightly; he knew his mother would say something like this.
"I can stay, but you must promise me, you won't meddle with Xu Chaomu anymore," Nie Chenglang finally compromised.
