They didn't know that Qing Teng in the next room heard their entire conversation, and her mouth twitched. Could she have misjudged? Was Gong Wuyou not a good person as she had thought, but a rogue?
Gong Wuyou didn't know that teaching these things to Deng Kai had greatly damaged Qing Teng's impression of him. If he knew, who knows if he'd cry himself to death.
Qing Teng looked around the room and then listened to the words from next door. She believed Qin Xue's words now—her mother truly loved her, and loved her very much.
"Mother, why didn't you tell me directly? You must have been very sad at that time. I didn't understand your love for me." Qing Teng's eyes were red. If she had come into the room to take a closer look back then, she wouldn't have taken until now to understand the truth of the matter.
A gentle breeze blew in through the window, brushing Qing Teng's face, as comfortable as her mother's hand stroking her cheek.
