The question was not only anxiety-inducing for Sang Shen and Mrs. Sang, forgetting to breathe, but even Mr. Sang Senior was staring intensely at Sang Qiao, waiting for her response.
Even Qingran, who had declared just a few days earlier that they should clear all debts, clenched her phone tighter and tighter.
Their entire family was waiting for this answer, even though they knew in their hearts that the answer they desired was unlikely to come; still, they hoped against hope.
"No need, I have my own family." Sang Qiao didn't even spare them a glance.
She leaned against the sofa casually, fiddling with an orange in her hand.
Her declaration of having a family made everyone feel uncomfortable; Mrs. Sang was deeply touched, her eyes red as she murmured, "Sang Qiao, I didn't mean to treat you that way before, I was sick, I couldn't control myself..."
