"I came back and stayed because Sunny needs a stable environment, and he also needs a father's love. As for forgiving him... I think I can't do it. Lin Zhi is dead! He died in my place, you understand? If it weren't for Lin Zhi taking the bullet for me, I would be the one dead now. Can the dead forgive?"
Lingling's voice carried a tremble of sadness, and Tang Qingxue fell silent. She also had some impressions of Lin Zhi—a refined, clean-faced man—who seemed a bit shy. It was hard to believe he died like that; it was truly regrettable.
"Alright, let's stop talking about me, it's all sad topics. Oh, I saw Tang Yan two days ago. Is the Royal Hospital collapsing? She was over there soliciting investments. I heard Yin Hun the Nineteenth invested a lot in her initially. Has she squandered it all now?" Lingling picked up a teacup and took a sip.
The Nine Dragons Seal Garden is a mixed place, and the things you encounter daily are beyond your imagination.
