Jiang Nanshu yawned lazily, "Ms. Song, did you seek me out just to say this? I haven't yet tasted the bitterness of society. How can I just return like that?"
Mrs. Jiang was silent for a long time and sighed in the end, "I was too impulsive in my tone. You will always be my daughter, let the past be past. I owe you an apology. Because of my negligence, you suffered for sixteen years outside. It was my fault."
Jiang Nanshu thought of the Ji Family.
She remembered everything about her childhood. Initially, they lived in a tiled house, which, although not leaking, lacked any aesthetic compared to city houses.
Later, when Ji Ze was born, the village land was allocated, and Father Ji used the family's savings to build a two-story house.
