Tang Qingshan looked at Tang Qingyun. "What's this? Are you the one who can't be seen in public, skulking around just to go out on the street? Or is it that you can't let go, and you're afraid you'll get too sentimental if you see her?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Brother. That was Mom's instruction for Hao Hao. I don't need to skulk around. I don't want to see her, simple as that. It has nothing to do with what you're thinking. She's like a malignant tumor that's been cut out and thrown away. Who would want to look back and see it again?"
Tang Qingyun pushed his shovel into a snowdrift and turned to walk toward the front yard. "It's fine that she's here. We can make a clean break. After this, we'll be strangers."
Tang Qingshan placed a hand on Xiao Man's shoulder and said to Tang Haocheng, "You should go too. No matter what, she's still the woman who gave birth to you. You can show some basic filial piety, but don't you dare cross the line."
