Lu Xunzhi said, and gradually walked back to the chessboard, sitting on the cushion.
His gaze slowly became unfocused.
He was completely engulfed in memories.
And Song Zhen looked at him, looked at him, with mixed feelings in his heart!
He did not want to unjustly wrong someone, nor did he want to forgive someone without good reason.
Life is too short, from the brief thirteen years with his mother to the five years he missed with Gu Xinzhou, he had seen through life and given himself a reason early on: if Lu Xunzhi was not too detestable, there was no need to hold grudges.
"Song Zhen, do you know what 150,000 RMB meant more than twenty years ago? It was enough for my descendants to live a prosperous life."
Lu Xunzhi gave a bitter smile, "Actually, before I signed the contract, I specifically went to your mother's home.
At that time, your grandfather agreed and was very supportive of me going.
Your mother shed tears, but she also said that she would wait for me to come back.
